He reached for the bottle he had sitting on the counter. He took a sip and mashed his lips together as he drank it down. "It's not worry so much as," he paused, thinking. "As confusion. I don't know what the dreams mean, but I know they mean something. Or maybe it's just the time of year, everything is unsettled at All Hallow's Eve." He shrugged, sloshing the drink around the bottle. "I'm over reacting. Don't mind me."