Johnny takes a cigarette, lights it - at least he usually has his lighter in dreams - and leans back, for a moment just enjoying the disparity of two paranoid assholes smoking inside a cozy rustic cabin.

"Mine too," he says, "which is funny, because usually I'd be suspicious of any dream set inside a house. Some history there." He makes a vague gesture, like leaving that to your imagination. Fuck, this is almost fun. "But this one, I feel pretty safe. Sometimes that's the dream too, though. They can make you feel things."

So, that's not really comforting. Especially because he's pretty sure that's what's going on here. But he isn't too worried. Again, that's kind of - the point, isn't it? Man he should stop thinking about this.