[It's good enough for Victor. He sighs, rubbing his arm.]

It is, but -- it's not all bad. I've had some pleasant dreams that have come true. Seeing bouncy mushrooms and bread-and-butterflies my first full day here was nice. And the day I dreamed up the piano. . .

[He smiles for a moment, before dropping back into gloom.]

The true problem with this place is that it can't distinguish between good dreams and bad ones.