"So one of these days I might be able to imagine myself a P-90," Daniel mutters, one hand automatically dropping to the place where his sidearm would be if the dream had been nice enough to provide him with one. Self-defense seems to be a mixed bag based on what the dream decides to throw at him, but over the years he's found the heft of even a potentially useless firearm to be an uncomfortably reassuring familiarity. He glances sideways at Topher in sharpened interest.

"What about waking yourself up? Is that, can one learn to do that with, with practice?"

Because Daniel would like to be able to wake up in a way that doesn't entail the shock of watching a friend die. That would be nice.