#counts.

Dream was not sure what to do, but only perhaps half of the body that he was currently inhabiting was truly under his control, and so he stopped fighting it, allowing himself to be taken along on the ride. 

“Robbie, you’re acting bloody weird today, mate,” Constantine said, still digging through a pile of objects in the closet.

“I believe…that you have established a code word for this variety of situation,” Dream said slowly, trying his best to sort through memories that felt like they were his and which also clearly were not his. The memory was just out of reach somewhere, tantalizing. They had laughed when they had discussed it over drinks.  “Dragonfire.

When Dream managed to refocus Hob’s eyes, he froze; Constantine had apparently gotten to her feet without his hearing her move and was now pointing a crossbow at him.

“Ok, who the fuck is trying to mind control you.”