Either this was still part of the dream or something really weird had happened. He was near the edge of his own bed, at a size that couldn't have been taller than his own thumb, if even that. The floor beyond the edge might as well have been down a cliffside.

Gran remained remarkably calm about the situation he found himself in. Everything was gonna be okay, he thought to himself. He may not have known what had happened to him, but everything was still under control. 

"Pbhwh... zzz..."

A thunderous sound was the only warning Gran got before two fingers slammed down on his both sides, launching him up into the air before landing back down onto the fleshy surface they were attached to. The back of a giant hand that by its size alone could easily have belonged to a primal, but Gran knew better. This belonged to a normal person.

He turned around to see that it belonged to...