[ Those ears are perking up high at that confession, his expression thoughtful as he considers this new information carefully. In the dream there had been a number of other people that had been traveling those strange paths made out of light as well, but that hadn't necessarily meant much to Ernesto when he came to. Dreams are usually populated by "other people" that the imagination cooks up for the sleeper.

But dreams that seem like the prelude to your arrival on another planet might be a little different; it's hard to say. Ernesto really is out of his depth with this one.

He absentmindedly reaches up to try to fluff some of the moisture out of his hair as he mulls this over. ]

Not much seems crazy to me after waking up inside of a giant rock.

[ He frowns thoughtfully, letting his hand drop down again after one last furious scrub through his hair. ]

It doesn't seem like it really explains much of what's happening now though.