Jaune's day was one of him subtly looking into any information he could on the topic of dreams. Which sadly wasn't much, as far as he could find from just local resources this was a one-off. He could only go by books however since he had no intentions of explaining this situation to anyone. Not for some time. He told himself this was real though, that there was no way it would be so real otherwise.

Then it came time to sleep. Jaune had already decided that even though he was sure Pyrrha had the same sleepless nights he had that he needed to go to bed early and stay asleep. He only took the necessary dose of sleeping pills, no more than that. He didn't want to harm himself, but it did mean he was going to go to sleep and stay asleep. This was something he was actually petrified of given that up until last night it had been this endless cycle of his mind tormenting itself over Pyrrha's death.

This was no different. Because he went to sleep far too early he was placed into one of his nightmares. Cinder, that demon of a woman, killing Pyrrha. Burning her to ash. There was nothing he could do, his limbs felt like they were held down by lead weights.

Thankfully that dream would fade out from his view and suddenly he's in front of Pyrrha. Despite this being a dream she would be able to see him sweating and his labored breathing. He does his best to cover for it by smiling at her.

"So? How'd it go? Was I right?" He was eager to move on from that nightmare to something far more positive. However he couldn't really shake entirely the signs of his panic over the nightmare.