Not all who are lost wander. This is how your species has spread across the realities for eons. In torpor the Somnu'F'Ictians have used dreams to explore universes instead of traversing the void between stars. This usually happens to older Somnus'F'Ictians, after their life cycle had passed the point of mating. Your father started jumping earlier than most, while still carrying you to term in his heart. The stress of realizing what had happened caused your premature birth in this reality. His exhaustion and lack of control of this ability caused him to land in a new type of place. He is not an expert on this ability and lacks the experience to know if dreaming himself back to his homework would leave you stranded here, so he dares not risk losing you without knowing if he could get back.

You mature quickly and he teaches you of your family and the culture of Morpheun as best he can. He strains against the biological need to traverse his dreams, but is melancholy for his home and people, his intimate partners, your maternal parents of whom each supplied a portion of your genetic code. He does not know where you both are, but knows from his cultures history that it isn't like any place they traveled to before.

Your father teaches you the skills that have been hard won by your people. Skills of survival, communication, diplomacy, philosophy. He says that your instincts will help fill the gaps in your experience. He tells you that he will one day fail to suppress his urge to use his dreams to travel and that he is sorry for the time when that will happen. His one small hope is that close proximity will allow you to travel with him when he goes, so you sleep curled up against him every night, worried that his fear will become reality. You wake up today and feel cold where you had grown accustom to his heart. Silence where you had grown accustom to the strong heart that had birthed you. And you feel a pull, not through space or time, but through your instincts.