Re: Percy/Oliver
Percy took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers. "I... don't see why it can't be a bit of both," he said after a moment. It wasn't so much that he was warming up to the idea of the dreams, he hated them terribly and rather wanted them gone forever. But they were there. And not just for him.
"I... think, possibly --maybe. There is some kind of reasonable science behind it all. I was reading last night about collective dreaming and memory -- Carl Jung and Maurice Halbwachs both had quite a bit to say on the matter. It's possible we're all just ... are sharing similar experiences of life with a bit of extra ... fantasy for flair." Percy didn't believe what he was saying for a second. He might have, if not for that wand sitting in his apartment. But he definitely sounded like he wanted to believe it.