He's worried about that spatula non-defense, but hopefully it won't even matter because he'll get her out of the way if anything bad happens. It's his dream though, so he could totally turn anything bad into like, the Hamburgler or something, right? That makes him feel a bit better; he'd maybe almost forgotten already that he was dreaming.

"Nope. Let's go check out the party." He moves toward the neighbor's yard, going slowly even still. His dreams aren't always nice places.