Clint took a step back, a little beyond out of sorts about floating letters -- what kind of trick was this? Actually. No. He was pretty sure he was still dreaming, and he was probably gonna wake up soon, having either eaten or drooled on his pillow.
He took a little too long to read the words, but figured most of them out eventually. Barney'd told him once you couldn't read in dreams, 'coz the brain made everything all jumble-y. Clint pointedly ignored that before snatching his hand a little uselessly at the letters, only to end up empty handed. Huh.
"Cool trick, but wizards ain't real," he said, defensively belligerent even as he turned his head to look at the hearing aids on the table next to him. They were purple which was pretty cool, and that they were there shoulda meant they were his but when he grabbed them up off the table he knew full well that his ears weren't big enough to fit the things.