Maybe that was a challenge. Morpheus followed her to the platform and explained, "Since vampires cannot dream, all I have to go on are the nightmares they are inflicting in others from their own fears. They stood out as genuine experiences, not something seen from a film or read in a book."

Many escape to seek out your world. Some of my nightmares have also been known to wreak havoc with certain demons. If my nightmares are wayward, that I would be able to assist with.”

After letting his consciousness focus in her on, his inhaled deeply.

“Your work,” he echoed. More of her dreams flashed before her, reminding him of her essence, what made her unique.

“Yes. You hunt demons. Such a profession is prone to more nightmares. Lucifer’s realm has always been chaos. >

“I said I would help you sleep, but as for nightmares, they have their purpose.”

Or they were supposed to. The Sandman had more than once lost control of a few of his more sinister creations.

“Had one been plaguing you?”

Even Lucifer did not seem as conflicted about leaving all the demons behind. If I were do such a thing, I would need to know someone was here to care for them.”

As for what he himself would do, or if he could find purpose outside the Dreaming, he did not know.

“My siblings are not comparable to me. They do not have those depending on them the way I have my dreams and nightmares. I cannot abandon them. And yet, I see what Destruction did. He left and was able to create, to change his nature. >

Dream was quiet. Staring at the ground as he sat.

“I do not know.”

To both. Though she was correct, the idea was thrown around, it was always something said in passing, not something he ever really put deep thought into.
>

I find myself questioning what would happen if we left. The three of us. Forever, possibly.

“I always admired your confidence.”

Dream sat down on the bench and pulled her beside him.

“I have been considering something I wish to hear your thoughts on. It is something I’ve often struggled with but after all that has happened, >

"I asked because it's harder," he said, noting her progress.

"You will get better."

The ice was a bit of a relief from how it was outside, though, back by her London flat and their favorite cafe.

"What does it feel like to you when you cast one of your spells? Or set protective wards?"