NOPE. Peter's hand flies to his mouth, where he cuts it on one of the teeth he's been exploring with his tongue. "Oh, fuck me," he moans, looking at the blood on his thumb. It's probably fortunate he doesn't technically need to breathe, as he's already on the road to hyperventilation. "It's just a dream," he reminds himself, not realizing he's saying it out loud. "Just a dream, just a dream."