If that is what you dream of, then it should be simple.

[She packages up the small remains of her salad to instead focus on sipping at the ale. Her ankles cross and fold inward -- a more casual stance, while she considers.]

As I said, I have never attempted to force it. But I did wander into someone else's dreams on accident, once. It was a place familiar to her, with people she knew. She seemed to recognize that I did not belong there.