Dream Journal Cross roads: Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 5 by AddictedSinner

Blaise shook himself awake from his deep dive down memory lane. His body having realized his mind was lost in the annals of nostalgia had set to work operating down well-known paths of muscle memory. It had slid open the journal to a table of contents located not in front back partway through the middle of the story. It had a bit of a spider’s web like affect on navigating his dream documentation. The young man added in extra pages himself when things inevitably ballooned out of whack.

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After a brief trip to a physiologist his parents had left him to his devices in regards to his dream cataloging. They only asked that if a truly dark dream like those at the beginning appeared that he tells them at once. Thankfully nightmares were few and far between. It had seemed that one he began ‘farting’ out his dreams his physiology naturally began to clean itself up. They moved away from the realm of nightmares and more into the realm of adventures! 

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Blaise did a bit more research himself and found that his ancestors would say that those with strong tonalli, or spirit, could travel to or even communicate directly with higher plans. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure he believed that. But he couldn’t doubt just how vivid his dreams had become. He felt like it was his duty to write out any messages the GREAT BEYOND may be trying to channel into his head. The severity seemed to vary on the messages. A few entries were just a single page, others a rough outline, A select few dream adventures seemed to demand they be completed in their entirety.

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The last time he checked Blaise was sure that this song in Courageous Borderland despite being a chip tune was not this blippy! He could raise his head up to check his PC screen… but he was in a very nice flow state. He was exploring untold adventures that had been gifted to him from ‘THE GREAT BEYOND’. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed but days like this where a rare gift in of themselves. Surely his friends and family wouldn’t mind him taking the very first day of his last summer vacation to breath and collect himself?