Daniel didn't dream, not really. It was the sleep of the exhausted, free from distraction as his body focused on recuperating from the huge energy expenditure and what he'd been through. As it was, the bad dreams that came with the Hunters had passed him by a while ago, and now he slept calmly, quietly, almost like the sleep of the dead, if one couldn't see the rise and fall of his chest, and hear his breathing. 

At last he awoke though, eyes blinking open to find himself in the truck, neck hurting a bit from the position he had fallen asleep in, and Alex already awake and looking at him. "Good morning," he said as he straightened up and rotated his head, working the kinks out of his back and neck. "Sorry I didn't wake you, but you looked like you needed the rest, and I didn't want to disturb you," he explained as he took stock of their surroundings and planned out what to do next.