"No," he gasped out. "Kind of. But also no. Yes? But no."

Yes, he'd dreamt about Bill, but it wasn't just Bill. It was the dream throwing the yellows in his face when he'd been trying to get over them.

He wiped at his eyes with his forearm, but they kept blurring, and he still couldn't calm his breathing down and he felt so squirmy that even screaming and breaking things probably wouldn't have been enough to make the squirminess go away.

"Okay, I'm calling it," he gasped out, with all the grimness and severity of a doctor calling a patient's time of death. "Blanket-town. This is a Blanket-town emergency. Code: chocolate chip."

Even with all the scariness of Gravity Falls, neither of them had called a Blanket-Town emergency in years. The closest had been when Mabel had gone to Sweater-town over the Gideon thing, but that hadn't been a full tilt Blanket-town, two-twin blanket fort, stuffed-animal-and-cookies emergency.

But right now he was having a panic attack without knowing that was what it was and he didn't know how to make it go away.