"Magic, OK. Magic, I get, that has to have a source, but...dreams?"

Pidge leans in a little closer, brain going a mile a minute behind her wide eyes. "In my world, dreams are just the subconscious mind sorting through random information during certain stages of sleep. Are you telling me your brain is connected to another plane of existence when you sleep?"

Her smile goes impossibly wider. She's not a psychologist or an expert on sleep or anything, but it an idea she'll be playing with for a long time. "Cool!"