Anakin nodded to acknowledge what she said. But he swallowed back all the words that came to mind. He didn't know how to say what he wanted to say without engendering more frustration between them.
That reality existed only when observed was a foundation principle of emergence theory of quantum Anakin was already well aware. But he was starting to believe that maybe reality didn't exist until it was acknowledged.
He was jaded on behalf of his younger Dream self because intangible hope didn't save him from the abject abuse he experience on Tatooine. The bight optimism of his child Dream self didn't render the horror of that life an enchanting fairy tale. To him, stepping into that body every night, it wasn't just a dream. He couldn't just pick out the few sweet moments and ignore the staggering amount of trauma.
He wanted to be able to turn to Padme about what Watto did to him and his mother or how he forced him to do dangerous, terrifying things, just to feed his gambling habit. But, aside from not being able to explain every because he'd promised not to tell Padme anything about her future, he also couldn't find the trust to confide in someone who could see all that about his life, hear him describe one facet of slave exploitation, and only focus on the sweet things.
But they'd had a good conversation just now, when they hadn't discussed anything about their Dreams. Anakin missed that. He wished they could have meet maybe just a few months sooner before the Dreams had started. Maybe things could be different then?
Anakin chose to keep that peace rather than disrupt it by trying to find a way to explain he couldn't talk to Padme about his experiences.
"I should get going. Let you get back to making cookies for your coworkers." He looked down and around for his now empty backpack. He picked it up. "And... Thanks, again, for taking the blaster."