John had thought he'd known himself well but the last few seasons had taught him that there was holes in his knowledge there as well. Images he'd seen so clearly, memories remembered so vividly all seemed murky and suspect now. "Pokers good, I don't often get invited to poker nights." A small shrug of his shoulders knowing it was a mixed bag of why he didn't.
He smiled though as they at least seemed politely interested in attending a meeting. Exposure was always good, hopefully it lead to a deeper understanding. Listening as Rhodes with a careful ease segued the example into a teaching moment, John admired the careful ease there wondering how the Dread Lord did it. Then as he walked into the center of the room John's eyes flitted about the room wondering what to expect.
Then the environment seems to blow away like leaves on the wind, John didn't know what he was expecting but it hadn't been this at all. His feet shifting unconsciously maintaining a balance that wasn't needed in dream. John was working toward being able to do those things himself, furthering his ties with Dreams. It always felt like the more he knew the more new mistakes he learned he could make. Though as the topic turn to Oneiromachy John's eyes moved to his hand, he could feel the Dream pull and tug but not find purchase. So close.
"Since our confrontation with the Jolly Green Giant I've been practicing in that regard." He'd felt so helpless in that encounter, after his sneak attack he couldn't do anything but watch it take out Rhodes and then had to stand right there and wait for the same fate. He could still feel the lump in his throat even as his dream self's breath drifted in the air. He gave a deep nod to Cassandra, he always admired that determination in her. It pushed him to go that little bit further.