Nobody at all...? Whatever's happening recognized my natural maternal instincts. [Not the typical word, given he might've had 2-3 wives - not simultaneously - but apparently whatever's causing this knew he'd be a great mom after all.

He finishes chopping things, starts layering pieces together. Apparently, it's a sandwich after all - but one with various layers of veggies and meat and cheese. Something made in imitation of commercials of what men like to eat, learned in the maybe-dream time.]

And a giant shared dream... It makes as much sense as anything! Maybe this is still a dream. A very convincing one.