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[i]Dreams[/i].
Nearly everyone had them, nearly all of the time.
Silas was no stranger to dreams. Silas was no stranger to vertigo, or of the sensation of falling. It was strange how many people dreamt that they were falling, it was strange how it always caught him off guard. He'd acquired more than his fair share of bruises by forgetting to change the scene before he ended up chin-first on the pavement. He was not very reactive to falling dreams, he was still learning to become a little [i]more reactive[/i] to falling dreams. 

That was the thing about this power. You got what you got, you didn't get to pick and choose what people dreamt. If he accidentally slipped into one of his fellow heroes dreams and they happened to be having a nightmare then that was just his dream for the night. He tried not to change too much when he was in their dreams, it just seemed rude somehow. He was being invasive enough as it was, he didn't need to shift the natural course of their dreams. 

The thing about dreams was that they went exactly how they should go, [i]every time[/i]. It was abnormal to change them, it ruined the point of them. Falling dreams were something that he didn't feel bad about changing, if he could ever remember to change them in time. Today was one of those days where he just reacted too slowly. His body hit the ground before he could think to soften the blow or change the distance. Luckily, whoever he was scoping on, whether they be inside or outside the building, hadn't been dreaming about [i]falling off a building[/i].

He woke from his trance almost as soon as he hit the ground, it hadn't been too deep a trance but it had been deep enough that he hadn't heard the signal going off. He was still a little disoriented, white noise was hissing in his ears and that [i]goddamn alert[/i] was beckoning him. He stumbled to his feet, his head was spinning and his vision was still a little unsteady. He stepped once, lurched forward, stepped twice and nearly careened to the side. Sometimes leaving the dreamstate could leave him feeling like he was drunk.

When he completely regained his balance, he took off at a brisk jog to get to the conference room on time. He dodged just about anything or [i]anyone[/i] in his way. At one point, he was sure he'd accidentally elbowed something, he didn't have time to stop and check on it. He wasn't extremely fast like some of his more [i]eager partners[/i] but he was fast enough. When people saw Sleeper, they didn't expect fast, they expected dreams. He didn't really have anyone to impress with his speed.

As soon as he crossed into the conference room, he was sweating through his shirt. He didn't exactly manage to break his last record either, in fact, he had shown up a with only a few moments to spare. He was out of breath and there was a fresh bruise blossoming on his arm. His hair was a rumpled mess, as were his clothes, and he was looking as tired as he always did. 

He wheezed once, but it allowed him to gasp out a quick, "[color=sandybrown]Sorry![/color]" before he fell into his accustomed silence, listening closely as the target was described to them. 

[i]Great.[/i]
Robots. Robots didn't have an unconscious mind, artificially intelligent or not, they were still well programmed computers at best. It made him wish that they had a technopath on their team, someone who could really dismantle a computer at a touch. He'd have to focus on the person that was leading them, that was something that he could handle.
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