Dema told Sedna what had happened to her, and later when Naga and Kore came home she told them too. It didn't take much explaining, it had become all too obvious. 

"I can't glamour it away anymore," she said, "Because it's not me. It's the forest dream in me, and the more body mass I accumulate, the stronger it gets."

"You're your own little ecosystem!" said Kore. As always, she was certain her sister was indestructible, no matter what happened.

"That's almost right," said Dema. "I never realized how many forest products there are in the city until I started absorbing them." She glanced significantly at the walnut coffee table in front of them.

"What are you going to do?" asked Naga.

"I'll give it one more night here. Maybe it's temporary and will go away. But if it isn't I have to go back to the forest. I'm pretty sure that in the forest my little piece of the dream will be small potatoes, and the forest will take back what belongs to it. Sedna agrees it's my best hope."

Sedna nodded, but she didn't look too certain.

So Dema spent another night at home. And dreamed the forest dream again. In the morning, she almost literally rolled out of bed. She was bigger than ever. Her thighs and buttocks had swollen to match the ponderous bulk of her breasts and stomach. She didn't even glance at her usual wardrobe. Her normally generously oversized sweats went on like tights.

It was early, and she didn't wake anyone else. She went down to her Jeep. Even with the seat slid back as far as it would go, it was all she could do to squeeze her bulk behind the wheel. She drove north on US 51 through Stevens Point and Wausau, but as soon as she left the city she could already feel that something was different. 

The dream here was of farmland, not forest, but compared to the city dream it was quite natural. She went into the dream, and silently offered her accreted mass the chance to find a new home here. Some of it responded, and she felt a bit of relief.

But not a lot. She still filled out the sweatshirt to its limits. So she drove on, turning east on US 8, past Laona and the Ranger District Office there, then north to the Nicolet National Forest. She parked her Jeep at a roadside rest area, slid her bulk out from behind the wheel, and walked into the woods, opening herself to the forest dream as she did.

Once she was in the woods, she found it easy, as she had hoped, to glamour the accreted mass and its associated life essence off of her body, and into its more accustomed forms of forest life. Before long she was back to a more comfortable size, and walking became easier. Still, she did not yet know if this would be a permanent recovery, or if the cycle would repeat when she went home. She went deeply into her own shaman dream, searching for a better understanding of the forest dream, and why it had attached itself to her.