It's not a dream, I'm sorry to say.

[He nods, takes a ventilation of air, and starts again.]

Several 'months' ago, we began awaking, in pods on the ship. [He gives a small gesture--he hopes that part at least you can relate to?]

We found ourselves here, all from different places. Apparently we were intended--somehow--to be weapons or used in the war between those who live in the domed city and their enemies.

But the ship we were on crashed, a very long time ago, and we were forgotten. And now we are the enemy.