He shivered, but not because it was cold. When he remembered them, he often tried to think about where his dreams had come from, and as strange as they’d been, there was a common theme. Enough unusual events had all stacked up, and his subconscious had mixed and matched them, like the menu at an old Chinese restaurant. How else could he explain an army of these soldiers, being chased by horsemen, and even a weird nude apparition? He hadn’t dreamed of his childhood in—well, it was hard to remember how long it’d been. But that was no doubt because in a way he was no better than a child now. At least until he’d figured some of their society out, he was incapable of functioning on his own.