The raven considers your answer for a moment. "He never used me to write on and I don't remember reading any stories or poems about a desk." The foul fowl doesn't offer anything else, neither farewell nor explanation, just unfurls its impressive wings and takes to the sky. You assume the creature must have just not understood your answer, but it's too late to try to explain things now. Having rejected your answer, it seems the raven's influence is now unravelling the dream world around you, pushing you firmly back towards wakefulness as the world collapses.