'Ehhhh what's up Doc?'

Fuck it. If you're going to end up in this damn hallway every night - you might as well learn about the damn place.

"All right Doc, lay it out for me. But please... try not to make it boring."

Carl eyes you over curiously.

"I could make the lesson interesting - however, given what I have just learned from you... Sigmund down the hall would love to work with someone that's actually manifesting signs of possible Oedipus Complex."

Great. More gobbledygook. You just want some questions answered, not a fucking textbook. You roll your eyes at his answer.

"All right - if you're going to interrupt my work I suppose I can explain a few things to you. Come along." He sighs exasperatedly before striding past you to the wall of his office - he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a door handle. Then he drives the door handle into the wall before turning the knob briskly and yanking open the wall. It's weird! The wall... opens up into the shape of a door - you're certain that the door was not there before and yet there it is.

"It's hard to explain in one go - and you're not going to understand unless I give you a practical lesson. So hurry along John." Then Carl strides through the door. You follow him quickly.

You step through the door and find yourself in the middle of a park - What the fuck? The door you just came out of is formed out of thin air... you can still see Carl's office but the door you came from literally is attached to nothing!

"That's nothing John - a pittance really. Here, look at the girl on the park bench."

You peer over at this leggy blonde on the bench - she's absorbed in her phone. But damn, she's gorgeous - long blonde hair, thick pouty lips, shapely breasts, flat stomach, and a thick ass. She's definitely boner material.

"Gee Doc, she's a stunner. But what about her?"

Carl sighs, seems he's a little annoyed at how I don't see how the dots are connecting.

"John, ask her to show her breasts."

What the fuck? What the hell is this pervy old man thinking? I'm not going to-

"Just do it John, try it - you don't seem to learn unless I make it sexual."

You whistle at the girl, she tilts her head up from her phone - she's got sexy blue eyes.

"H-hey, show me your tits." You stammer nervously. To your surprise she looks left and right, and then nods to you before lifting her dark sweater top up. Holy fuckitty fuck - her gorgeous melons bounce gently from their release and her darker nipples are hardened into sexy points, the gentle curve of her bust is enough to make you go hard. She flashes a happy smile at you before looking back down into her phone.

"Welcome to the Collective ****, John. Every human being on the planet contributes to the ethereal subconscious - we are all connected. Most of us are unaware of this connection since it happens on the minute scale - those that regularly tap into it only scratch the surface. You've seen them before, hypnotists, yogis, mentalists, psychiatrists, and the like. The dream connects us."

You swivel and stare at Carl in shock.

"You are among the few that have managed to tap into the greater part of the ****. Very very few have achieved this level - I myself spent my whole life attempting it. In here, you are akin to lucid dreaming... however you are actually interacting with people in their sleep - in their subconscious. What you do with them in this realm they carry with them into the waking world."

Carl continues in a grandiose fashion. Geez, this old guy liked to talk a lot.

"-... and you can influence the poor, the downtrodden, the weak to rise up! To find inner strength, to encourage your fellow man to improve himself - I've often argued with Sigmund on this point; he assumes that man will fall prey to his baser instincts - But I have hope..."

Yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah.

"You can convince a drunkard to give up his vices! Help suggest a greedy tycoon to become more giving and soft-hearted to the needy and -" you cut Carl short.

"Can I convince girls to fuck me and suck my dick?" you ask crassly.

Carl's austere features collapse into massive disappointment. He rolls his bespectacled eyes at your comment before nodding - crestfallen.

"Yes, John. Yes you could do that too."

Awesome. That's fucking awesome. You eye up the leggy blonde as your brain swims with ideas.