It hadn't occurred to her to wonder whose dream it was. She'd sort of assumed it was Peeta's, or even her own, or one spun together by the rift.

I haven't met anyone like that lately, she says, a little worried by the thought of an ocean-dwelling rifty coming through and only having a few freshwater options to choose from. Goddess, I hope no ocean creatures have come through. I don't know if they'd last very long, even in the park.