"That's...a complicated matter."
The female speaker sat down next to him. "where your body is right now...well, that would be a hospital. In a coma. You were hit by a truck."
"But here..." the male said, "well...I guess you could say this is the subconscious. Not yours, though. It's more...collective. All the humans, when they dream, each create a small part of the dimension known as the
Dreamlands. We're currently in your personal part of the Dreamlands, which is sealed off from the greater human hive-mind."