Morgan lucid dreams. He doesn't think of it as such, but it's a consequence of possessing the Mind Sphere of magick. So he remembers that whole simu-dream, dreamulation? fightmare? -- reasonably well.

"Would you believe I'm the guy of your dreams?" He can't resist the pun or the grin, even as he snaps open his case to reveal a host of small needles within. "Or at least a dream someone gave you, breakfast included."