Right... that's what we're calling it.

[He scratches at the back of his neck as though that were the injection site. If there ever even was an injection.]

I wouldn't answer that call, if I were you. [Pay no attention to the mask in his hand. He wasn't planning to answer the call.] Nothing good can be on the other line. One dream might've been a fluke -- probably not -- but two dreams... that sounds like... [Gulp.] An infestation.