[She pulled out from her bag what looked like a drachma, a coin fashioned of old, burnished gold. It glowed softly there and she showed it to him.]

Within this dream, there is a deeper dream called the Great Sleep. We find these there, and in traveling through that darker, deeper slumber, we rifle through old memories of our worlds and another's, but at the same time the harm that might come there is just like in a dream. No worse than a bad night's sleep.