Editing SPOILER: Survivor Ideas (section)

==DREAMTIME==
Percy Blake joined the Navy right out of high school, but ended up nearly dying of (random sickness, rheumatic fever, aplastic anemia, whatever) and being medically discharged, a frail and broken man of 23.

He had spent so many years in and out of hospitals, that he was drawn to the medical community, but lacked the training, or financial ability to get an education, and so drifted into social work, where he ended up doing a lot of volunteer work with people even worse off than himself. He learned at an early age that mental scars lasted longer than physical ones, and as his body slowly recovered, he found himself dealing more and more with people whose bodies where whole, but had minds and hearts damaged by abusive childhoods or traumatic events.

After the events of (whatever happened to make superpowers happen), he awoke from an intense nightmare that left him breathless and soaked in a cold sweat, with his heart seemingly about to burst from his chest. The rest of the day, he kept seeing images, as if at the corner of his vision, but they were gone when he turned, and he was jumpy and irritable at work all day. As the sun set, the images grew sharper, and more surreal, until he grew so bewildered that he could no longer see to navigate around his apartment, or even find the phone to call for help, collapsed in his bathroom, clutching his head trying to make some sense of the disorienting whirl of images and sounds. Closing his eyes only made them more intense, and he spent the rest of the night sobbing on the linoleum, trying to get away from the relentless barrage, which grew ever more intense, and ever more disturbing, a welter of images, some horrific, some mundane and some overtly sexual.

By the morning, he had found some focus, learning, almost by instinct, how to focus on *just one* set of images, and found that he could even modify them somewhat, like lucid dreams, to make the more frightening or disturbing images less so.

Weeks passed, and every night the images grew overwhelming, forcing him to control them in this fashion. In that time, casual conversation with co-workers and neighbors confirmed his suspicions that he was somehow experiencing the dreams of those who sleep around him, and with practice he learned to surrender to the sensation and travel from dream to dream, changing whatever he wished, or remaining unseen, a silent observer to the hidden fears and hopes of all, while his consciousness walked the night.

During the day, Percy only gets random flashes of strong emotion, or particularly creative expression from those he passes, but at night, when the world sleeps, his dream-self moves like a ghost from sleeper to sleeper, and he can peer in on the dreams of someone across the city, or even across the world, if he is familiar with that person and the texture of their dreams (which he learned when his neighbor, whose dreams he'd visited often, went home to Greece for a weekend, and he could still peer into his dreams despite the physical distance). He uses his gifts to help at the clinic, reaching out to his clients at night and transforming their dreams of trauma to visions of confidence, hoping to give them the strength to transform their waking lives as well.