"That's what I've been trying to do," Miles says exasperatedly, looking a little annoyed. He throws himself back onto the chair, straddling it backwards and pointedly ignoring the fact that his feet don't reach the floor. "All I'm looking for is an explanation. For -- all of this."

He waves vaguely around them at the world at large. He fixes Solas with a thoughtful frown. "The Fade is the only other realm -- that you know of. Clearly I had to come from some other place. So -- why don't we start with what the hell the Fade has to do with dreaming in the first place?"

Is this hallucination getting a little too meta? Miles glances at Lavellan in inquiry. "You were surprised I dream. Why is that, exactly? Besides your assumption that I'm not human, which I would like to point out once again, I am."