Of course - but it could be argued that they're not actually dreams in that case, but just that: repressed memories. It's a fine distinction but still one to make.

And then there's that flash of a grin again. It's an odd tendency he has, another one of his seemingly well-known quirks ... the way he can get excited. Sometimes morbidly so. Inappropriately. But this isn't quite like that -- it's laced with a weariness that's reflected in his eyes and when he next exhales it's replaced by traces of a frown, leaving him looking simply contemplative.

So as far as a rant goes, it really died before it could get anywhere.

"Dreams," he says after a pause, "keep me up sometimes. But I've often had a feeling that some of them aren't mine."