"I'm not sure what I am." Graham admitted. "A sheriff somewhere small enough that people just wander in and out of the station without any thought to secure areas. Somehow a pack of wolves is also involved." He threw up his hands for show, as if to fend off further teasing, but he was on the verge of laughter himself.
It was easy to laugh about because it didn't make any sense. Graham had the feeling that his dreams were nonlinear, that they were parts of a puzzle that hadn't been put together quite yet. He was honestly curious to see more, for aside from the heart dream, they hadn't been particularly unsettling.
Buffy, though. Buffy the super-powered vampire slayer. He'd need a moment to take that one in. "So -- do you know why you've chosen this career path? In your dream. Because you've the super powers, or because vampires are a real problem wherever you're living?"
He wasn't going to laugh. He'd teased that poor blonde woman in the dream-jail about her imaginary road-wolf, and now he was dreaming forests and packs of them himself. It seemed like proper punishment. If he teased Buffy, what would he get? Vampires prowling the streets of Irvine?