[Ed goes over to his work table, talking softly as he slowly starts cleaning up all the bits of pieces, the act helping to put his thoughts and emotions in order.]

I fully understand that dreams are nothing more than the minds way of doing some daily house-keeping, of sorting and cataloging memories. They don't mean anything and it's foolish to be scared of them.
But.

I...had a dream that Hugo Strange got a hold of me again. [He admits and swallows thickly.] And that he made me hurt you.