I don't think this is a dream. For one, I shouldn't be capable of dreaming, as I have no subconscious. Of course, I haven't ever woken up like I just did, either.

[Not that that rules much out, as far as he's concerned. He's not even positive of what planet he's on, now. Earth makes sense, but Earthmen won't be out under the sun like these two are. He doesn't recognise their accents, either. The sun is the wrong colour for Aurora. Some other Spacer planet? This is... disorienting.]

I'm glad to make your acquaintances, Mr. Kobra, Miss Martin. Miss Martin, are you familiar with the sort of flora native to this place? I'm not, and I suspect you're not either, Mr. Kobra. I would like to know what planet I'm on, as I'm no longer certain.