William tipped his head back against the wall to mull that over. "Real like the Gift?" he asked carefully. "Real like foresight? Or real like we should check to make sure your bedroom isn't haunted with something less friendly than the traditional castle ghost?"
He didn't think ghosts could cause dreams, or any other manner of spirit, for that matter, but then this wasn't his specialty area. And it might be...it might be that Spencer's luck had finally run out and the horrors of the war had started to sink into his subconscious.