Mickey, Ollie, and Open
Mickey wasn't sure he could discern the argument in Oliver's words: wasn't it better if he were moping in his room rather than here? Sure, here people could cheer him up, but maybe he didn't want to be cheered up. Then again, why was he here if he didn't want to be cheered up?
Mickey decided to let it go. He wasn't one for introspection. "Yeah," Mickey said. "Just, weird dreams, where people won't talk to me, or where I'm all alone. Or just ones where I keep falling. It's bad stuff." He looked at Oliver. "What are you dreaming off?"