Morgana wasn't exactly sure how this could work. The most she'd ever been able to do about her dreams had been that sleeping draught that Gaius insisted on giving her every night. In hindsight, it did seem like it'd suppressed all of her powers, which was... interesting. The old man always did know more than he let on.
"I'm... not sure how we can go about this." Hopefully it wouldn't involve anything unpleasant or awkward. She'd had enough of that for a lifetime.