"I feel like some sort of adult in my life mentioned an eventual drawback to sugar before sleep." Blaming these dreams on food was the easiest escape.
His previous return to playful rambling paused when she asked about his name. It forced him back into that sleep-time vision, to the name he'd spoken so strongly, the name that had ended the encounter with the alien threat from above. "You're going to laugh." He pulled away only enough so he could comfortably look down at her. "In my ridiculous dream, to the giant, angry eye floating in the sky, I called out my ridiculous name with the capital and all because of the way it sounded—I called myself, The Doctor."