Chicken squinting. Malice concentrated in beady little eyes on a little pointed face, red comb wobbling. Julien laughs again, just a tremor in his great tail, and is glad this body can't laugh in a way most people can interpret. He has a general impression of displeasure from the robot chicken just now, and it's better not to make it worse. Even though he has no idea what he just said to cause offense.

"Ah, well, it's something shared by all living beings. The experiences and memories of the dead are kinda pooled and we have a little bit of access to them. That's why everyone dreams of the same symbols now and then. The ocean underground, the stranger with gifts or seeds, the great forest that's one tree, those awful towers, so on and so forth, and that's where the truedreams are from and why we have sharedreams." He says this blithely. Obviously everyone here has dreams like that, everyone where he's from does.

Huh. He hasn't had any of those dreams in a while. "It's also sort of... all right, look, it's been a while. But everyone and everything is part of something greater that's alive in us and remembers everything that came before, and there's ways that it, she, can become more aware of you, specifically."