Brooke might as well be looking at a guy with three heads, and takes no comfort in whatever the hell he just said, because she's too busy looking at him like he has three heads.

There's no way she's not hallucinating right now.

"Alright, buddy, I don't know what exactly my subconscious is trying to tell me right now, but I'm pretty sure you're not Brad Pitt, so I'd really like to wake up now."

She folds her arms and huffs. Anytime now.