Oh, he might well be able to turn himself into all kinds of things, but Danny had a notion that he couldn't escape the ghosts in his dreams, no matter where he tried to run away to.
He thought about places he could try to invent in his dreams as he walked over towards the purple ghost between two of the empty kitchen areas. "Excuse me," he said, as he reached over to tap on the ghost's arm. "Excuse me, are you okay?" he asked, hoping that the ghost would recognize that Danny really did just want to help.