The nameless and formless entity soon walked out of the shadow, taking on the shape of a moving black pile of sludge. Her voice was the only gender characteristic she had and even it sounded like a distorted echo of Hayley's voice. "According to your observation, a dream is merely a human's repressed desires given tangible form. I do not see such function as being important. However, I currently lack the ability to 'imagine', to put it in your words. Still, you seem to have your bias towards what you deem is an acceptable dream. That is quite intriguing."