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had this bizarre notion rattling around my head for a while and I thought "why not"
big thanks to Sappyolhusky who helped get this idea of the ground.

the idea was simple. ABDL dreams that slowly (slower then my usual stories) bleeds from the dream world into the real world. till the point were you cant tell if you awake or asleep. if you really did just have a diaper change in the middle of class or just thought you did.

would the main character go mad? fight it? or just accept it?

how much dose she edit from the Dream journal?

questions I don't even know the answers to.



PS: I have deleted one dream seen from

Dream journal

 if you add it to your favorites or comment I will note you the missing seen. if not you miss out.

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had this bizarre notion rattling around my head for a while and I thought "why not"
big thanks to Sappyolhusky who helped get this idea of the ground.

the idea was simple. ABDL dreams that slowly (slower then my usual stories) bleeds from the dream world into the real world. till the point were you cant tell if you awake or asleep. if you really did just have a diaper change in the middle of class or just thought you did.

would the main character go mad? fight it? or just accept it?

how much dose she edit from the Dream journal?

questions I don't even know the answers to.



PS: I have deleted one dream seen from

Dream journal

 if you add it to your favorites or comment I will note you the missing seen. if not you miss out.

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Dream journal
27/4/17 Thursday time 7:03
It was so real, I felt like it was really happening. Every detail was there and yet I knew without any kind of doubt that I was dreaming. Not that this gave me any control… No, just like the last few nights I was fully committed to the seen before me, swayed by own emotions and even physical reactions. Only this time I knew, I knew: that I was having a nightmare. that it was in fact not real, that it was all in my head…

This time I stood up in front of my collage psyched class. My hands were sweaty, my heart beat loud in my ears as I felt my cheeks begin to blush. It was a memory from a few weeks ago when I had to give a presentation… or it was until the seen shifted ever so slightly as my normal teacher mister Gregory was substituted by my brain for the now all too familiar, Miss Janet. She sat at his desk watching me with rapt attention. (As a spider might look at a fly). Although she hadn’t spoken I knew that I had to introduce myself to the class as if it was my first day in class. They sat at their desks staring at me as I slowly overcome my fear. To say “hi… my name is…” and I just like that I forget my name, I couldn’t remember it at all. I start to feel really lost and confused. Like the ground had suddenly disappeared from beneath my feet my legs get all shaky, so I turn to Miss Janet a silent plea for help in my eyes. Miss Janet reassures me with a smile.  as she prompts me “Bella” she whispers.
I smile at her in relief, stability somewhat returns. I turn back to the class to tell them my name. Only Miss Janet spoke up first, calling out to the class “Hold it…” she heled up a hand to reinforce the command, indicating for me to stop as well. I hesitate, not sure what to do, as she gets up from the desk and walks over to me. “I think some things wrong” she clarified. While looking me up and down. Taking in every aspect of me. From my hairstyle (pulled back with a white head band) to my shoe choice. (Black lace up boots).
She circled me once then in one false move she flips up the front of my skirt revealing a… my… soaking wet diaper to the whole class.
“Bella…” she made my name into an acquisition. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed as she kneels down beside me, grasping the front of my diaper in her free hand giving it a squeezes. The squelching sound is so loud I am sure that the enter classroom can hear it. She looked up at me, a sick lust in her eyes and a shit eating grin. Her hand cups the seat of the diaper and she raises, but my line of vison doesn't, she picks me up off the ground and my legs dangle below me in thin air, as I realize I'm now the size of a toddler. With ease she carries me into the next room. (Same room?) Only it’s not a classroom like before it’s a daycare. All of the other teenagers from my class are already (still?) there only now there all small like me and I’m looking down on them from Miss Janet’s hip and they don’t seem scary any more. I can see they really are just like me…diapered like me, dressed in baby cloths like me.
Miss Janet puts me down on a change table. I try to protest that I don’t need a diaper change. That I’m a big girl. She laughs at me. Getting in real close so she can whisper in my ear “that was what you said last night”.

……………….
I hesitate as I write down those last 5 words. I had been tasked to wright down my dreams in this dream journal and yet I wondered why I was being so honest. I had planned on just putting in generic “I was floating on fluffy cloud” crap or just lying and saying that I dint remember my dreams. In fact I was probably still going to have to do that, there was no way in hell I was going to let anyone read this, let alone my psychology classmates. I flipped back thru the dream journal.

15/4/17 Saturday’s entry: time 6:41am
Last night I fell asleep to the sounds of virtual gunfire coming from the video game system that had been set up on the other side of my bedroom wall. The wall having little to no effect on the sound. I remember thinking that I was happy that she had finally moved on from the game with the monster snarls and eerie musical tracks.
Maybe it was the audio input that inspired my dream?
I was walking thru open grass fields as far as the eye could see. I wasn’t headed anywhere in particular but I was certain I was lost and that I dint know where I was or how I got there. I climbed a patch of ground that was slightly hire then the surrounding flat lands. The cool evening breeze coming at me face on, making my hair trail out behind me dramatically. I scanned the distant horizon, seeing nothing but the grass beneath my feet continuing unobstructed all the way to the far horizon.
Then from behind me I felt… (Hard to describe.) A presence. An approach of something. Something that was dangerous. I started running. I had no other thought then I had to get away. I glanced over my shoulder but there was nothing behind me. I slowed my pace, turning to try and look in all directions, still nothing. I came to a complete stop. The wind even dying down as thunder rolled across the sky… boom… boom…Boom… BOOM. The thunder getting louder, closer… only the sky was still and clear.
I looked again as a shadow fell across me. I looked up… she looked down. The thunder of her footsteps fading as she too came to a stop.
I wanted to run…to flee… to hide
But there was nowhere to hide and how could I ever out run someone ten times my size.
She reached down and plucked me from the earth. With no more difficulty as I would picking a flower. It felt like a glass expresses elevator. I rose up higher and higher until I was face to face with her. Like being face to face with Mount Rushmore. Awe inspiring and yet terrifying.
She smiled the motion exaggerated on her oversized face. As the same wind that had blown my own hair back sent waves thru her own. I was speechless… she was not.
Although she dint raze her voice it was still loud in my tiny ears. “Hello Bella”
I woke up then, the time was 3:48 I dint go back to sleep. End of entry

That had been my first time dreaming of Janet. Since then I have dreamt of her every night. The weird thing is. I am pretty sure I have never met her in the waking world and I know I would have remembered her. She looks to be in her mid-twenties has long flowing red hair with a light splash of freckles across her face. She wears oval rimless glasses. Very light makeup and dresses in… I am gona say “practical” modern cloths, but I have also dreamt of her wearing my school’s uniform and other setting appropriate attire.
I sighed as I leant back in my desk chair my “dream girl” was my type go figure. I looked across the room to my own mirror witch hung on the back of my bedroom door. People have told me that I am “pretty” with my jet black hair and mixed heritage. And while I don’t have movie star looks I definitely have curves in the right places. Janet however puts me (and every other girl I know) to shame.
Now don’t get me wrong. I can admire feminine beauty in myself and others. I’m just not ‘that’ kind of collage girl, or I wasn’t two week ago.
Two weeks ago I wasn’t into diapers either but my dream girl… it seems that she has a type. I got up from my chair, letting it swivel behind me as I took my journal over to my bed, placing it down on my bed side table. I shared an apartment with three other college freshmen. Fortunately I dint have to share my bed room due to its small size and the before mentioned cinema wall. This was all the more important to me now as I removed my sleep shirt. An oversized t-shirt with the words “my dad …. My last boyfriend” written on it with the gape space filled with gun sight crosshairs. Revealing my adult diaper. Correction my wet night time teen diaper.
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Chapter 2
Dream journal 28/4/17 Friday
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Last night’s dream was all new to me. It started with me in a cab… I to the cab to a building in the inner city. I don’t remember the address but it cost like $42 in cab fare so I know it was far from campuses and my apartment. I also know I paid it without any problems despite being brock. One for dreams I guess.
I get out of the cab as the building door man shields me with a huge umbrella. He invites me in and takes me straight to the penthouse express elevator. He was all smiles saying stuff like “good to finally meet you” “heard so much about you” “hope you dint get wet miss” and I can see in his eyes that he is not talking about the rain. But before I can ask him the lift doors are closed and I’m on my way up.
The elevator plays low key music witch sounds a lot like a lullaby. I pace back and forth inside the huge box. It doesn’t feel like I’m moving there are no levels indicated or controls of any kind. Only a support rail running around the walls. I drop my school bag onto the floor, realizing for the first time that I even have it with me.
I try not to look at it, or think about what it contains or what purpose I have been using it for. But try as I might the school bag plus the extra padding around my waist only reconfirmed that I was slowly losing myself.
The doors opened and the smell of baby powder was carried to me on the fresh air. I pick up my bag and enter the suite. She is here of course. I enter into a huge lounge room she is standing over by the huge floor the ceiling windows that overlook the city far below. She turns to look at me. I come to a stop next to a huge black sofa. As I look back at her.
“Hello Bella” Janet greats me like we had made an appointment. “Glad you could make it, no trouble finding the place I take it.”
“You were expecting me?” I ask as I let my bag drop to the floor once more.
“More like hoping” she slowly walked closer to me. Still half a room away. “But it seems like this is all the time we have today… oh well you will get hear faster tonight.”

I wanted to ask what she meant be at that very moment I was shaken awake. I had fallen asleep in class.
Friday 28/4/17 dream journal extra note.
I had a rough day wondering what my dreams were trying to tell me. I have started to feel tied all the time. Drifting off in to micro naps whenever I let my guard down. Mostly I was able to tell the difference. School was real. Janet was a dream. And although our time together was brief I was never in the penthouse. Usually we were in the daycare. One of her favored settings for our meetings. We dint have time to talk and I couldn’t even if the dreams would have let me. As I found myself often sucking on a pacifier or otherwise in gaged in other activates. Twice Janet changed my dream diaper and twice I nearly failed to make it to the bathroom in the real world.
I can feel my limit approaching. Any day now I am going to slip up and find myself pissing myself in the real world. The obvious solution. To start wearing diapers to school. Is still out of the question.
Ps: I am currently able to pass these micro sleeps off as backlash from late night studying. I hope they don’t get any worse.
Dream journal
had this bizarre notion ratling around my head for a while and I thought "why not"
big thanks to Sappyolhusky who helped get this idea of the ground.

tell me what you think in the comments below.

PS: I have deleted one dream seen from this. if you add this to your favorites I will note you the missing seen. if not you miss out.
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Sappyolhusky Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday buddie!
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Avatar3 by areg5  Thanks for the birthday points!
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Sappyolhusky Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hey thanks for the points man, I really appreciate it!
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Merci beaucoup pour la montre!!! Merci montre by BoobiesGalore
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8reaper1 Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2017
hi ????? to you too
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"thanks for the watch" :)
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8reaper1 Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2017
no problem keep up the good work
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Hoondin Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for points! You rock! 
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Thanks for the watch and the faves on The Spilled Milk Wish, and The Spilled Milk Wish: Price of a Wish
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Danke für die Watch
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