Date 4/5/2019
Time log starting time 12:50 am
The supplements that you took before bed: Never.
Dream total recall: 1
Total Lucid recall: 1
Lucid Task Of The Month BONUS TASK: 1
Lucid Task Of The Month BONUS TASK!! - Fart and balloon your way through a mission. For your gas will be your greatest and deadliest asset. (Ic161)
The dream started at my parent's house. It was probably about 8 at night and I was in there, standing in the hallway at the bottom near the stairs. Everything seemed very dark at the beginning of the dream. There was a mirror that was at the bottom of the stairs. As I turn to look in the mirror, I could feel the little hairs stand up on my back of the neck. I was invisible the only thing that was visible, was my clothes that I was wearing and the stairs behind me.
The feeling of being invisible, for at least for me, was a little painful. It was that dull pain but, all over the body.
I studied the clothes that I wearing. Then I ran my fingers down the seams of my cuffs. I felt soft cotton material between my fingertips. All the while, I was staring at my reflection.
When my reflection reappeared, it wasn't my own, I swear. In the dream, I looked like an alien. My skin was red, black in color and it felt rough like gills.
This was when I knew that I was dreaming.
I reminded myself that I wanted to do the bonus task.
Then I noticed my boyfriend, that appeared out of nowhere looked at me with his bright green eyes and his cute smile asked, "What are you doing?"
Then he walked up to the stairs. When he got to the top of the stairs, he turned and said, "Are you coming!"
This was when I started floating. I made my way up the stairs. There was a certain smell in the dream. It was like when you go to the dentist to get a filling and they give you fruit flavored Nitrous oxide. I remember feeling that light tingling sensation that you would when you go to the dentist.
I recall that I felt lighter than air. I reminded myself that I wanted to do the bonus task.
Then the scene changed and I now found myself in some vent somewhere. At first, it was a tight fit in there.
Then I decided to shrink down. The laughing gas tingling feeling lingered. As I did so I could feel my body feel kind of bloated. Sometimes, when you have gas in a dream, people confused that with the feeling of being pregnant.
I was dreaming as I groaned as I crawled through the vents, looking for the mafia bosses who needed to take down. I was about micro size, now.
I was now, apparently a spy and I was dress like such. I was also wearing a gas mask.
This sort of task was a rather gassy mission that I wanted to do. I had recently got wind of a major operation that was going down in the discord and I wanted to do everything I could to stop it. I felt uncomfortable as I was sure that I was going in circles. I remember that I gritted my teeth and kept going. I smirked a bit at the thought of being able to take down such scum, all whilst was incredibly tiny. This smirk was soon taken away as I groaned in discomfort. I desperately tried to calm down my stomach’s angry gurgles as I carried on, not wanting to alert the numerous people inside the building and make this rather dangerous mission a failure before it had begun. I simply sighed and continued crawling through the vents, ignoring my stomach’s cries.
I sighed as I reached yet again another corner, and I wanted to get a rough idea of where I was, so I leaned around the corner to see where the vent would take me. In doing so, I released a rather loud fart, giggling like a child as I realized just how loud it was. I was lucky that no-one in the rooms below the vents heard it. I was so busy laughing at the severity of the gas blast, that I did not notice that the rear of my famous pantsuit had ballooned outwards a bit.
However, whilst gassing up the vents was a good idea, I still had a mission to do, and I wasn’t going to let my gassy rear.
I hope that my immature sense of humor or micro size doesn't stop me. Even for a model like me. You wouldn't catch a royal, doing this... Dam those potty humor, right?
I had work to do! I sighed yet again as I carried on crawling through the vents, letting out large and brassy farts here and there. I remember that I sort of noticed that the suit’s rear was swelling more and more as the gas was filling it up at an alarming rate. I simply smirked and carried on crawling through the vents.
I finally, ended up right above the meeting room. I remember thinking that it wasn't like I have a never blew up like a balloon before in a dream. One time, I had a dream about becoming a blueberry in a dream, when I was little. I know this is not ladylike.
As I listened closely, I could hear the Dream character mafia bosses that were for some reason who were members like gab and other DV members were in there down below discussing their plans. With each passing moment, I grew angrier and angrier, and I couldn’t wait to grow back to full size and crash their little party. However, I at this point, I was now sporting a pair of beachballs for an ass, I gas had been building up in the rear of my tight body suit. I grinned and began thinking about how I was going to get the drop on the Dream mafia bosses.
In the dream, just as I was about to initiate the sequence to grow back to normal size and drop into the meeting, recall that I felt a massive gas blast build up in my stomach, and I groaned loudly as I stomach roared noisily. However, since I was so small, the noises were barely audible.
This was when I started to destabilize in the dream and I needed to restabilized the dreams. I had to stop for a moment and quickly re-stabilize the dream then when I did I kept going.
The feeling of the gas came back and I now ready to continue with the mission.
This was when I let out a massive noisy fart, which seemed to never end, causing the rear of my clothes I was wearing to inflated. I felt the gas continue to erupt, the tightly fitted one-piece's rear end continuing to swell up, however, the rest of the suit began to inflate now too. I started to float because I was, quite frankly full of gas.
I was caught off guard as the gas continued, thinking that I wouldn't be able to initiate the growing sequence and return to normal size. However, my cat-suit was taking quite a beating as I continued to fill the suit with nasty and loud, brassy farts. It continued to swell up as I stomach rumbled loudly and more nasty gas erupted from out of my rear, stuffing the poor suit more and more with the foul gas. I was put completely off guard as more gas erupted from my butt, all whilst I giggled at the unique spectacle.
The clothes were now so swollen up that it began to fill the vent, which was rather large compared to my rather small body in the dream. However, the bulbous rear of my straining body suit was starting to swell over the air vent, covering it completely as my belly continued to make loud gurgly noises as I continued to let out fart after loud brassy fart, the suit almost to its maximum capacity as more and more gas crammed into the shrinking and rather stinky space.
With one final angry rumble from my belly, I remember letting out a massive fart into the suit that proved to be the final straw as the suit reached its breaking point and it ripped open, the nasty smell filtering down into the room, causing the DV mafia bosses to gag and groan as the nasty smell filled the room, before it became too much for them and they passed out, falling to the floor with a thud. “Oh my. It seems that the smell was so strong that the poor DV mafia bosses couldn’t handle it!” I laugh and looks at the room.
Meanwhile, I destabilized and I got up. I remember in the dream that several people were knocked out, but to me, everyone looked like giants. Then I woke up.
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