The sensation is familiar enough, though the context is different. This time, importantly, Steven is ready for the experience - he knows what weird dream time feels like, and he's going to make the best of it. His dream body is reflecting his real-life changes, mostly in the form of pale, glittery scales around his neck and back, and two little pink dots that may be the beginnings of antenna.

He wanders around for a decent while, listening to the cries in the distance. He'd like to find them, if only so he can ask some questions, but he finds something else first. It's a skeleton.

He yelps, mostly out of surprise, and because skeletons usually aren't a good thing, exactly. It'd be cool if he could have wings again, like he did before, but that's apparently not happening this time.