1785 Not Bad

Leonel frowned and shook his head. He couldn't think straight until he, ironically, stopped thinking entirely. He could only barely manage to split up his deductions into several Dreamscapes, only when they were separate did the odd influence on his mind disappear. 

By the time he was finished, his heart was beating erratically. He couldn't imagine the kind of power it would take to influence someone's thoughts about you. This was beyond just power, it was quite literally the means of a God. 

Leonel was almost 100% certain that this person was aware every time their likeness was mentioned. Was this the true power of Dream Force? To not only be hyper aware of your own stream of consciousness, but that of everyone else's as well?