"It is a dream," Solomon pointed out, glancing around. He reached out toward a mushroom's shadow and it came to him fairly easily, but when he put his hand on one and focussed upon it, it withered away. "What do you sense from this mushroom as I do this?"

It was a touch fascinating, actually. It felt almost as though he was ... absorbing it, slowly, by proximity. As though it was becoming clearer to his senses just by his being there.

Like a bolt he realised what that was and snatched his hand away, paling a touch. Ah. That's what he'd been doing.