This was a rather rare occasional for Alethea, as she was often unable, or perhaps unwilling, to sleep when she was on a mission, or even sometimes when she was at the temple. It wasn't because she often found her mind riddled with nightmares, although that happened from time to time. Instead, it was because of her gift. Much like when she was awake, her mind, through the Force, reached out, always searching. While she slept, however, she had no conscious control over what she saw, or whose mind she entered. She often found herself lost in the dreams, or sometimes the nightmares of others.<br/><br/>No one had ever complained of her affecting their dreams, so to the best of her knowledge, she had no actual effect on others, she simply found her mind bombarded with dreams. It was, however, not improbable for her to actually enter a dream and have some effect, given the nature and extent of her abilities. Most probably wouldn't notice, as most tended to forget their dreams when they awoke, and even if they remembered, they would likely pass it off as simply a part of the dream. A master would likely feel her presence and notice the change, though, so if they had, they'd never mentioned it to her.<br/><br/>As she often did when she slept in relatively close proximity to another, she soon found herself in the dreams of her companion. Given the nature of the dreams, it was easy enough to tell that they were not her own. Still, each dream was beautiful in its own way, peaceful. That, however, was not what her mind focused on. Instead, in each dream, she found herself walking towards him, and in each dream she could feel his recognition in the Force. He felt her presence. He knew she was there. His reaction was more than mere recognition, but a feeling of happiness, delight, even. This confused her somewhat. Not that it bothered her. She felt a strange sense of happiness knowing he felt this way in her presence, even if it was a dream. Was it really just a dream, though? She wondered about that.<br/><br/>Eventually she heard the ship's nav computer in the distance, pulling her back to reality, away from her, or rather his dreams. She woke up somewhat groggily, but oddly rested, considering that she'd spent the night in his dreams instead of her own. She sat up, stretching a bit and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She stayed like this for a moment before slowly standing up, stretching some more as  she did, trying to rid herself of the stiffness in her muscles from sleeping on the floor.