It's the Fade. It's always the Fade when he dreams, sideways rocks, sitting upside down in a tower, watching massive demons move about in the distance. Normally the area around him aches of loneliness, a gap left from a spirit-turned-demon, and his only company is a small, winged spirit that's sitting at a distance. Normally. Now he feels the presence of someone else and turns, not caring that he's upside down. The outsider, his mind supplies. Possibly an illusion or demon, it adds.

"Hello," Anders says anyway. He knows, more or less, that it's a dream. It's the Fade, after all. "What brings you here? Other than dreaming, if you're really here. Wherever here is." At least there's no Darkspawn this time.