I guess it's a bit of both.

[ The idea of hopping on the broom and trying to fly seems embarrassing suddenly. Like what if it doesn't work? But he already has it out - it feels like it'd be a disappointment if he didn't try.

Henry keeps staring at the broom intently as he carries on. ]

I've only had nightmares lately... and everything else has felt like someone else's dream... maybe not even that dreamer's but someone else... [ He turns the broom side-to-side. ] And the rest... I don't really have any...

[ No, wait. ] ... talking to people more... but I don't know about it... [ Can that be called a dream? ]