"The storm?" He echoed, taking a moment to scurry through his rather massive memory banks. It was amazing how much time it took to sort through several sets of memories. Madrox's mind did process things at a slightly higher speed thanks to his mutation, but he did still have to stop and think a few moments.
"Yes, I do," Jamie decided after a brief think. His brows hopped half way up his forehead at her next comment. "Your dreams. So they're getting away from you in your sleep, are they?" He slouched slightly back where he sat, propping one arm behind him to keep him mostly upright as he scratched thoughtfully at his jaw, eyes flicking to the ceiling. "Well, that's certainly something."
Itching one eye, Madrox leaned forward, watching Storm's face closely for reactions to what all he was about to say. "It's certainly something worth looking into, and getting under control. That was a nasty storm. So, I've already had a few possible solutions come to mind, and we just need to see which ones are most desirable and which ones rub you the wrong way. There is always the option of asking the Professor to poke around in your mind, see if he can't set up some sort of blocks to prevent you from using your powers while you are unconscious. Tap into that chemical that paralyzes us while sleeping and see if he can't somehow tie it to your powers. Of course..." He paused, pursing his lips as his expression grew concerned and understanding. "That's pretty invasive and not the route I'd want to go. Then again, I don't call down a near hurricane when my powers go out of control."