Vreta tilted his head with a frown. “No, the atrium is quite real. I don’t know if I would call these experiences ‘dreams’ if you are awake when you receive them, though. The way you stood there, you looked like you were petrified. Given the nature of the Cradle and what it takes for a person to enter it, I don’t think this is something we should just ignore.”

After a moment, Vreta sat down in the grass alongside Freyr. It was more than common enough for people to relax in the “natural” environment of the atrium that they were not going to be drawing any particular attention to themselves, unless someone had witnessed Freyr’s episode to begin with. “You said you’ve had these experiences before? You might be in a position to get some answers about them now, though. Those sensor nodes you have on you, they are recording everything that happens with your body. That includes recording neural activity. If these hallucinations have a neurological origin, that data might help to pinpoint it.”

Vreta leaned in somewhat, seemingly staring rather intently into Freyr’s eyes. Though, it started to seem more like he was staring [i]past[/i] her eyes. “It could be that it’s not neurological, though. May I ask, what kinds of implants do you have? Neural? Ocular? Both could be vectors for malicious code from the Cradle.”