Jason jumped up, shaking himself dry as it slowly stung his flesh. The spongy ground below him shook. Everything around him seemed to sway and jiggle. A loud gurgle came from nearby, so Jason jogged in the opposite direction. It was then his foolishness dawned on him. How could he hope to find his way toward the sixth dream? What if the sixth dream wasn’t even in Talshe’s stomach, in Talshe’s body? He ran until he hit a fleshy wall, slick with something that smelled like vomit and plastic. Jason wished he’d paid attention in biology, but he’d never thought he would be getting a live demonstration on how the human stomach worked. Then again, Talshe wasn’t human, so neither was her stomach. Out of the corner of his eye, Jason spotted a pinprick of light. Any other time, he might’ve thought it was just an illusion. But, so far, the stomach had been pitch black. Anything was better than wandering until he melted into goop. As he made for the light, the burning sensation intensified.
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