What kind of stupid dream was this? Whoever was writing the script was a real buzzkill. Lucid dreams were supposed to be about fantasy and wish fulfillment, right? Not getting shouted at by a stranger and having the proper pretty girl unavailable.
"Fine," he said, slouching down, arms folded. "Real Fred's much more fun than you are. Not even letting me enjoy myself. I've had a really bad pretend day and if I can't wake up, then what else am I supposed to do?" The healer thing? He supposed that couldn't hurt. Maybe they could fix his hearing.
"Well you're the dream guide," he decided, "you can lead or whatever."