[except she pinched herself. Hard. And nothing happened except that she muttered a quiet "fuck," at the pain. Slayer strength and pinches didn't go well together. And then she raised her voice]

Okay. Cute. 'Cause I needed more of these dreams like I needed a hole in my head. [or a knife in her gut] But seein' as I don't feel like dyin' in my sleep tonight, how about we skip that part and just get to the wakin' up?

[she's not really talking to Buffy...because Buffy can't be there. Just the way the woods and the sundress and the creepy-ass wings on her back couldn't be there, either]