'What the Doctor ordered'

Your brain revels in the idea of uninhibited sex. But your conscience kicks in shortly afterwards too. Carl made an interesting point. You could influence people's minds, right? You could make a huge impact on the world.

"Hey Carl, so if I tell a suicidal person to stop being depressed - will it make them not feel so down?"

Carl's face lights up - he seems pleased that you've thought about others for once.

"No - not quite, it isn't so simple you know. But I like the way you are thinking now. That girl on the bench over there? She's having trouble in her life right now - her longtime boyfriend left her 4 months ago and she hasn't really moved on since. Low self-esteem and self-worth, hurt and bruised she spends most of her days with her nose in that phone hoping he'll call back."

"Really? How do you know?"

"The same way I can talk to you without actually talking - I'm communicating with my mind. The subconscious provides all manner of information - you just have to focus on it. Try it - on the girl over there."

You stare at the topless beauty on the bench - which is admittedly pretty easy to do because she's fucking topless and her sexy boobs are hanging out. But, whatever. You focus on her and information starts popping into your mind.

'Amelie, aged 19. French. Boyfriend Simon recently left her. Sexually submissive in the bedroom - enjoys rough play.'

Whoa... that's a cool skill, and apparently she's French - I guess since it's a dream you can communicate across language barriers.

"Indeed - a very 'cool' skill, and yes, you can translate your thoughts into her language." Carl interjects.

"You always answer me when I'm thinking private thoughts - are you doing this too?"

Carl smirks. "Something similar. But enough of that - there is a wounded soul on that bench. Why don't you try to make her feel better?"

You pluck up the nerve and walk on over to the bench.