The next morning, an exhausted, disheveled Dib stumbled into the kitchen to find Gaz already there, eating a bowl of cereal.
"Well, someone's cheery this morning," she said sarcastically, not looking away from her breakfast.
Dib sat across from her, his eyes narrowed. "I had a…disturbing dream, Gaz…" he said nervously, avoiding eye contact.
"I don't actually care," Gaz said, as she poured herself another bowl of cereal. "I did hear you mumble Zim's name a few times though," she continued. "What was that about?"
Dib's face immediately went red hot, and he slammed his head down on the table, groaning. "Oh god…please tell me that was it…"
Gaz raised an eyebrow and smirked, wondering how far she could push her brother. "Yeah, you were screaming and moaning and begging him not to stop."
Dib's head snapped back up, his face went pale. "I-oh…god…" he whimpered, shaking.
Gaz's expression turned confused. "Wait…that part was a joke…" her eyes went wide. "Did you actually-" she retched at the thought, but it quickly turned to laughter.
Dib's whole face went red at that. He slowly sunk into his chair.
Gaz's laughter slowly came to a stop. "Can't say I'm suprised," she said. "I knew puberty would catch up to your weird obsession sooner or later."
Dib just glared at her in a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You know how dreams are," he said. "Zim and I did get into a fight yesterday, so it was just a really unfortunate wet dream, that's all!" he exclaimed as he walked out to go to school.
Gaz rolled her eyes and followed shortly behind. "Uh-huh, whatever you say."
