"I'm trusting you on that." And he didn't trust easily. He couldn't even come up with a full five people he would share everything with. "This is something that could get me killed." He wished it was an exaggeration. He also wished there weren't things even worse than death when it came to this.

He huffed out a breath, not quite a sigh. This was a bad idea, but when had that ever stopped him from doing something? His life so far had been a series of one bad idea after the next.

"I can take things out of my dreams," he admitted, voice soft. "Anything I want. It's not- I don't know how common it is." He'd only ever met one other dreamer, after all. "It's not something people talk about, so I assume most people don't know." And he assumed that was for a reason; because people were accepting or understanding, as a whole. "I hate not being able to tell anyone most of the time, but I'm not stupid enough to announce it to the world."