You don't have to do this," Ronan said."There isn't anything else, man.""There's reality."Kavinsky laughed the word. "Reality! Reality's what other people dream for you.""Reality's where other people are," Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. "What's here, K? Nothing! No one!""Just us."There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream. I know what you are, Kavinsky had said."That's not enough," Ronan replied.

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

Reality's what other people dream for you.

You're wondering if this is real.You want proof this is an actual encounter and not just a bit of subconcious mindfuckery.What is real? Listen: You fall asleep, dream of feathers, and wake up with a raven in your hands, and you're still asking, What is real?