Jess is still pretty new to this, and it doesn't occur to him that he's dreaming. Mostly he's just really confused, and more than a little bit worried, that he can't seem to see anything. Not that power outages are new to him, but usually there's at least a window to give a sliver of light.

Where is he, anyway? He reaches out around him, searching hands trying to locate some sort of furniture or fixture or anything to help him figure out where he is. The quiet sound of his footsteps and carefully shuffling in the silence tells him he's indoors.

Then his hand touches something soft, something that flinches upon contact, just like he does, and there's a loud, indignant caw.

"Watch it!" comes a harsh but feminine voice.

"Sorry," Jess answers defensively, instinctively. "Who's there?"

"Jane."

"Jane who?"

"Jane the talking raven, genius."

"Right." He decides not to question that, and the raven doesn't seem particularly eager to either. If they were both less affected by the tendency of dreams making you take things for granted, they would probably be a bit less blasé about it.

Further exploration and cooperation eventually makes it clear that they're in some sort of shop, possibly a gas station. Maybe he can find some light somewhere, matches or a lighter... You'd think he'd have a lighter on him, but no luck. Blindly exploring it is.