"Mmm, true. Guess it'd just depend on how it tasted." So long as it didn't taste purple--but he couldn't imagine a dreamt food tasting like food dye, considering there wouldn't have been any involved. Of course, it could end up fucked in other ways. It all depended on his headspace and intentions and what distractions happened and probably other factors, too. "And yeah, can't drive a car that's missing a whole ass axle." Which was why it stayed in the dream field with the other fucked up cars.

He probably should've expected that sort of question, but he hadn't and it caught him off guard for a second or two. But then, he felt a surge of relief when he realized the wording. "Yeah, those too," he replied, voice a little quieter. "First thing I ever dreamt was a puppy. Think I was about five or something."

He didn't know, actually, if dreaming animals and people was that much harder than cars. He didn't know if he'd successfully done it right at any point. He'd specifically made changes in one case, but the other- God, the worry he'd fucked up in the other case haunted him sometimes.