"I wasn't sleeping, I was stuck." Istredd is usually so calm and centered, he puts a lot of effort into that, but instead he's seeming a little unraveled. Anyone would be, he thinks, although as a psionic mage, he is more used to being in control of his mind than most.

He manages to crawl back onto his bed and run fingers through his short hair, still needing to catch his brain up from that.

"Something's wrong with the Horizon. It kept taking me to random domains but then it put me in this unknown labyrinth. Not one that any of us created. I couldn't get out." Which spells fairly disastrous things depending on if people can stay under too long. Istredd doesn't know if anyone has gone too deep or harmed themselves by never leaving the Horizon.