He remembers the O'Bannon, what it meant to spent so long experimenting on red lyrium and the chaos it spurned. The rifts, the Fade, the demons -- all of corrupted, and all for nothing. Alejandro doesn't dream, but there are plenty of nightmares.

When the dwarf shoves at him, Alejandro breathes in sharply and sits up, his eyes wide. When did he drift off? He can't remember, but he sees the red lyrium and he immediately feels the panic set in.

"SHIT! Shit!" It's not real, but he doesn't immediately recognize that.