Oh, trust me, I've noticed. I keep getting weird little odds and ends from the dreams. The umbrella tattoo on my wrist being one of them.
If he were here? Oh, I'd let you toss Reginald out into the abyss. But our old man here is nothing like the one in the dreams. I mean, I do have a ton of siblings and we all have the same birthday, but others he adopted and that kind of thing. We all have names and not numbers too.
That sounds like it would be the biggest headache ever.