"I dunno if I'm the expert," he says, trying to pull the weed up again, sounding a little calmer. "Stuff just kind of happens when I'm sleeping and I go with it. But... I guess I just kind of do what makes sense at the time, except it isn't something that would make sense in real life, because it's a dream."

"You can't really think about it too hard, cause it's just a jumbled up movie from stuff in your brain, and if you're interacting with someone else's dream it's a jumbled up movie from both your brains." He frowns, trying to put it into words. "But it's your stuff too, so... you can kind of do whatever you want with it?"