What did your mother enjoy baking? And that might have been the show Death mentioned. It sounds familiar, but I'm not positive. I'd get in trouble admitting that.

[He can remember every being who dreams but not the show his sister talked about. Sibling vibes are a universal constant. He leans back a little against the cushions, contemplating her question. His arm rests against a pillow, index finger gently rubbing against the edge's crease.]

In the beginning, oh yes. When dreams were new; when I was new. I felt everything. So much joy and grief people brought with them. It was... overwhelming, until I could properly sort it out. And honestly, dangerous for the dreamers until I did, too. I had to protect myself from being consumed, so I could protect them from it.