[He scratches his head again.] Mm... yeah, kinda. Something about a butterfly mask and a peh... Pers... sona? [More headscratching.] I thought it was just a crazy dream or something, though. You know, considering...

[Aaaand he'll just leave that there. He's not about to just announce his born-again-not!zombie status in public space, and he doesn't know about filters yet.]

Why? Did you have a weird dream like that, too? Maybe we just had some bad ice cream or something, in that case. Never can tell with dairy products.