Morpheus licked at his lower lip, and he herded Nanshe out of the room with those beings and out into the hall. Then he kept walking her away for a bit, just to get some distance before he said anything.
"You don't know that, honey," he said. "I mean, yes, it's likely. It's likely that aliens took us... which is a sentence I never thought I'd say aloud." In Waking Life, at least. "But do you know that those guys in there are anything but some kind of foot soldier? Do you know why they took us? I don't. And I've woven enough dreams about crap with the military and war to know that, if this was some kind of planned thing and we were taken by somebody, those things in there are probably nothing better than guards."
He'd almost said prison guards, but he stopped himself from it, somehow. Because that's what he was thinking.
"Yeah, something took you away. And it brought you here." He arched an eyebrow. "And you're with me."
It wasn't that he didn't see her point; it was that Dream didn't think he was going to get anywhere good with a half-hysterical Nanshe, and that seemed to be where this was going.
He looked at her levelly, in both eyes. "And that," he said, smiling very slowly and conspiratorially, "was really stupid of them."