A sword — I mean, 'course, he could talk and think for himself and everything, but. Whenever I dream 'bout him, it's on some kinda battlefield, or [ a pause, trying to recall what exactly ... ] a great big castle in the sky.

But even if I'm not dreamin' about him, the places I'm at otherwise don't look like anything from the valley, either. [ ... ] They've got some of the people from it, though.

[ With more than a hint of frustration: ] Man, I can't make heads or tails out of these damn dreams.