A/N - Thank you Guest, for your review. Horace is one of my favorites as well (my apologies for the late response).
Disclaimer: I don't own Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children.
Horace Sumnusson's dreams were like a projector, or television set. Though not in color, they were clear as day, and could be as informative as listening to the radio, or reading a farmer's almanac.
Though most of his dreams were nightmares, some of them were fantastical, and others were even prophetic.
There were some days when he'd wake up in a cold sweat, and worry for his and his friends' lives within the loop. And there were others when he'd wake up, breath in the good ol' rewound loop air, and see nothing but potential for the day.
Horace's dreams could be blessings as much as curses.
He could sometimes see into his friends' lives without them knowing, but in doing so he could also uncover secrets of them in which he did not wish to know.
Some of the children in the loop feared him; like he were some sort of bad luck charm, or something of the like. And others who didn't would use him for their own means, to potentially tattle on an unexpecting peculiar.
Though those in the loop were undoubtedly his only friends, sometimes he preferred that he have none.
Not everyone understood him. And more often than not, they couldn't stand to be around him when he was having one of his 'episodes', or 'spells' as Miss Peregrine would call them.
Still, they were his companions. They were his family. And just like all families they disagreed on things and had spats sometimes.
But it was always nice to have someone there, waiting for him outside his room in the hall (most often Miss P) to be with him during the daydreams. And the nightmares.