[ Occam's Razor - maybe they're not dreams. Gaius sits puzzled over this before talk of hypothetical shrinks gets his attention again. ]

No, I'd sooner ask for a real doctor.

She and I died together, although I don't-- she said something about uploading somewhere. [ Pause. ] Good thing the infirmary's prescribing me some sort of sleeping tonic for the night or I might never see sleep again, you know.