Dreams are usually resistant to our best efforts to control them. It's one of the annoying side effects of them being dreams.

[He keeps his hand on her, in case she decides to move. He leans forward.]

I'm going to fly us out. [It's the warning he gives her before he picks her up, full in his arms. His clothing flickers, to purple pjs, and he flies out to the window and into the world that has appeared beyond.]