Perhaps he had eaten a bit to much of the feast of am meal Hera had bought in for them, perhaps it was from not being exhausted enough or perhaps it was the Force. Whatever it was, it caused Ezra to dream deeply, curled up in his bunk.

He could be no more then seven, hiding out behind the trash cans close to his parents home as he had for a few days, watching it, hoping they would show up but deep down knowing he was not going to see them. He should find Tseebo, but last time he had been at the Rodian's house no one had answered and the house was dark.

And he didn't dare run of anywhere because the Imperials were being mean to everyone.

He was hungry though. He should be getting food but what if his parents came while he was away? And Ezra didn't have any money.

"Little one?" Ezra jerked, staring up at a tall surprised man who slowly knelt in front of him, the mans sweater a nice shade of green. He didn't scare Ezra though, unlike most strangers. His face was stern but his eyes were kind and a light green that seemed to shift to blue at how the light fell on them. "You shouldn't be here alone."

A dark skinned hand was offered to him along with a gentle smile. "How about we get you something to eat and a blanket?" Ezra blinked at him before slowly slipping his small hand into the much bigger one, tightening his grip on it as the man stood and started leading him through the dark crowds.

This man made him feel safe and Ezra wanted to feel safe.

In the world of the waking, Ezra rolled over and mumbled quietly as the dream changed.

He was nine, he was running errands for pawnshops and less reputable businesses but it still wasn't enough to make all ends meet, make sure he had food in his belly every night and a warm blanket to cover himself with.

He'd run headlong into a pair of legs, falling on his rear while staring up at the green skinned surprised woman who'd smile at him so gently then slowly bend down to him, offering her hands to him.

"You shouldn't be here alone...you know, I have a ship, it would have space for another crew mate." She was gentle as she drew her arms around him and picked him up, resting him on her hip like Ezra's mom used to do with him.

She was warm and comfortable, her arms holding him tightly to not lose hold. She was talking about her ship, her mech and her friend and how Ezra was going to fit right in with them, she was sure of that.

And Ezra believed her, as he was feed and cared for in a way he hadn't in for years. They'd show him a life he'd lost and suddenly regained again as he had people who cared again. Somewhere to be loved.

The dream changed again and Ezra was ten.

Hunger gnawed at his bones so hard he thought he was going to faint from the sheer intensity of it as he tried to pick out a target in the crowds just as he had been taught.

But once his target had been picked he had been to slow, a purple furred hand caught his wrist, annoyed but surprised eyes turning into gentle concern as the big Lasat knelt down in front of him, still holding the skinny wrist.

"Kit, where are your parents?" A careful question would be posed by the adult male and Ezra would shuffle, feeling on the verge of tears before yelping a bit as his stomach growled with need.

He was picked up and carried, blinking in shocked surprise as the Lasat stopped in front of a vendor and got a meat stick. The giant offered it to him and Ezra took it, eating hungerly as the man held protectively around him.

He'd be carried to a ship to meet the Lasat's friends and suddenly he had a home again, somewhere to belong.

A small frown grew on Ezra's face then eased out as his dream once again changed for the last time.

He was eleven and staring up at a colorful Mando girl who had just cut in when the Imperials had been harassing him again, the girl smiling to him while offering her hands to help him up, his own head tilted curiously and suspiciously before accepting the hands and smiling to her in return.

Yet despite the suspicions in his stomach he'd follow the girl who held his hand so tightly to the ship she lived on. Where he got taught to hold a blaster and then taught to be a better person.

To a place where he was accepted.

()()()

"It was just...kind of odd." Ezra settled on as he started eating the space waffle.

"Dreams aren't suppose to make sense Ezra." Sabine rolled her eyes while pouring some juice for herself.

"I know that but I don't usually dream past and present like that." The other teenager grumbled and took a big bite out of the fluffy waffle.

"Okay, I'll bite." Zeb waved his plate at Ezra before taking a huge bite out of his own. "What did you dream?"

Now Ezra got a tooka in speeders headlight look on his face, obviously not expecting to be asked exactly what he dreamed.

Beside Kanan, Hera lifted her head in interest, a curious smile on her lips as she watched Ezra. "Yes, if you consider it odd then I'm rather curious myself Ezra."

"I, errg...that is, I'm sure none of you really wanna hear about my dream. I mean it was just shifting between and it was just kind of weird and like Sabine said, dreams aren't suppose to make sense." He quickly pointed out.

"No but they reflect the things you think and experience. Dreams can be a way to process the things you while you're awake." Hera chuckled softly.

"Okay NOW I'm curious too." Zeb smirked at him.

"The Force can make it a bit different though." Kanan offered from where he was eyeing his kaf, wondering if he should put in some cream or something.

"Oh?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Well...its still a way to process but...through the Force we can connect to the ones we are closest to. Sometimes their dreams influences ours and sometimes our dreams influences theirs." Kanan reached for the cream and added a splash to his kaf, sighing happily as it enhanced the flavor instead of making it bland.

"...Creeeeeepy." Ezra grumbled.

"Ezra! Don't say that! Its sweet." Hera beamed. "Now come on, tell us about your dream."

Now Ezra really didn't want to tell them. What if he had influenced their dreams?

"Its...I...okay I was dreaming about you guys." He squirmed a bit. "Not Chopper, sorry buddy but you appeared in it at least?" He offered the mech who warbled something before rocking on his stabilizers.

Kanan looked at Ezra, frowning a bit as the kid avoided looking at them.

"Just kind of...switching you know. And I was younger." Kanan almost dropped his mug, eyes widening up.

"I think I was seven? And Kanan showed up in my dream an-"

"And I took your hand and lead you through the crowds."

Ezra looked up in surprise, blue eyes wide and his tanned cheeks dusted with pink. "I...yeah. How did you..."

"You said the dream changed?" Kanan covered over the quiet, watching him closely.

Now Ezra was really hesitant. "...I...was older...I ran into a pair of legs and fell on my ass." He glanced at Hera to see her lips pulled into a small O before she smiled softly. "My legs." She finished for him.

"...You guys all have weird dreams if you dream of me as a kid." Ezra finally settled on grumpily before hesitantly glancing at Zeb who was doing his best impression of staring at the ceiling. "...I am not buying you a meat skewer." The Lasat finally said, gruff and embarrassed.

It was the only confirmation Ezra needed before glancing at Sabine and smiling just a tiny bit at the embarrassed looking Mandalorien.

"...You're all still WEIRD for dreaming about me as a kid." He repeated then focused back on his food.

"Or you're weird for dreaming it." Sabine shot back.

Kanan just smiled slightly.

The Force did work in mysterious ways.

Author note: This was suppose to just be a one thing but someone wanted Ezra responding to the dreams and I made up some junk about the Force haha, hey Jedi's themselves say the Force works in mysterious ways, who's to say it can't effect like this!