Confused confused

He became a man, and by the looks of it a an average man, in that he couldn't do the same dance moves blue was used to and the body just wasn't as spry as Blues. Out of the gate Blue thought about driving but then he didn't really know how to drive, and he didn't want to hurt the guy he just wanted to see what he saw. He got up to fast, and clipped his head on the shelf by the bed. Why was that there. Maybe the other man knew to avoid it. He looked in the mirror and belly poured over the boxers different than his, first he had an outy, and second it was bigger, but still firm. He tried to do his signature moves, but got off balance. Maybe later when he's more settled, when he figures out the write wires to pull. Blue had the man sit, which also took awhile on the floor he sat. His french bull dog came up and licked his hand, no not too much or he'll wake up. He petted harder than he meant and the dog growled a little. I bet he's hungry, he lurched forward almost stepping on the dog, and yanked the door open. Next to the room was a hallway then a bathroom on the left and the kitchen on the right. He went to refrigerator and grabbed some food in to go container and gave it to the dog who tore into it. He moved back wards but then hit a handle or something, because he woke up suddenly cast out of the dream body. Who was probably more

confused

 more than anything.