Without a more concrete understanding of the way the dreams worked, we can't conclusively say one way or the other the origins of what I found in Maeda's mind. The only way to know will be to follow up. Given the nature of the information, it's best to fortify for the worst than hope for the best.
She knew what he was planning: that he wanted to infiltrate her trust in the short term in order to take her down in the long term. She knew the difficult nature of his relationship with your father, and the when/where/how of his disappearance from New Amsterdam. I wasn't able to follow that lead, it couldn't be tracked.
[ which could either be owing to the nature of the dream or, if they're to hypothesise on the extent to which the composition of key figures inside it was influenced by the people in their sphere, owing to their own lack of knowledge. ]
She was amused that he'd bothered to show his face. And that he'd brought me along and showed mine, and in doing so shown more connections to the Displaced. A strong sense that while she knew that word and likely therefore knows of us in a more tangible way than just hearing the stories and seeing the shrines, she doesn't necessarily understand what we are.
Her mind was a kind of shifting thing. What that means for how real it was or wasn't I don't know.
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Given the nature of the information, it's best to fortify for the worst than hope for the best.
She knew what he was planning: that he wanted to infiltrate her trust in the short term in order to take her down in the long term. She knew the difficult nature of his relationship with your father, and the when/where/how of his disappearance from New Amsterdam. I wasn't able to follow that lead, it couldn't be tracked.
[ which could either be owing to the nature of the dream or, if they're to hypothesise on the extent to which the composition of key figures inside it was influenced by the people in their sphere, owing to their own lack of knowledge. ]
She was amused that he'd bothered to show his face. And that he'd brought me along and showed mine, and in doing so shown more connections to the Displaced. A strong sense that while she knew that word and likely therefore knows of us in a more tangible way than just hearing the stories and seeing the shrines, she doesn't necessarily understand what we are.
Her mind was a kind of shifting thing. What that means for how real it was or wasn't I don't know.