Of pink sands that go on forever.

Of cities built from rose tinted glass.

Of a world where everything short of the sands themselves fuck.

Of an ocean that stretches on endlessly in all but one direction.

Of stars whose distant light keep the deepest depths barely lit.

Of a crumbling ancient city.

Of alien artisans who's favorite canvas is the minds and bodies of the other denizens. 

Of a vibrant sky, drawn by a phantom child's hand.

Of seas of every kind of fluid that could exist, and several that can't.

Of an ever growing forest, comprised of trees that were just like her before they realized how much better it would be to forevermore settle down in the comfort and safety of the woods.

of an ever growing, all-consuming org-

Yeah she's gonna wake up before any "dreams" (nightmares really) like that last one finishes, it's far too disturbing and makes her regret having ever looked at anything within the genre of horror.

Of a simple small room carved within a carvern.

with blocks of stone that are trying their best to be furniture, even if the best they can do at the moment is just being suggestively rectangular.

Of a place which despite how bare it is, she knows to be safety/privacy/home.

And of the great and terrible and vast and wonderful orb she was born on.

At first she didn't think much of them, beyond (mostly) pleasant surprise at how much clearer and longer lasting her memory of them is when she awakens.

After all they were just dreams, right?

And then the powers started coming in.

Her improving ability to figure out and remember the meaning of words used often in the various subbed anime she watches is weird but not blatantly supernaturally.

Noticing that she can now control her fertility would require that she ever have sex in the first place.

Similarly so for water breathing and swimming.

All the other powers she's slowly gaining from her deepening connection to the desert of hornyness would require her to visit it to use, and so go unremarked upon.

Her skin clearing up of old callouses, acne scars, the hairy growths caused by puberty, and every other kind of blemish she chalks up to estrogen.

Similarly so for how much prettier her face looks when something finally prompts her to look at it.

And all her body fat moving to her tits and other places it'd actually be appreciated must also obviously be from the estrogen.

And noticing that she can now survive off sunlight would require that she not be more of a sun-fearing shut in than an agoraphobic vampire.

Through union with the body of Carnation, you gain rapid healing and a nearly invulnerable immune system, your body tracelessly devouring any parasite or microbe that dares to enter uninvited. Your digestion is also streamlined, meaning you require very little food and produce no waste.

So this is only on a metatextual level because I don't know in character what the sources for the various powers are but:
I take back every bad thing i ever thought about you, and you were completely worth connecting to.

:)

I'm still never gonna actually visit you once I finally figure out how to plane shift though.

:(

Oh would you look at that, the fourth wall is almost done being reconstructed, we'll need to put this conversation on hold for now, thanksagainmynewbestfriend!

Being able to survive on much less food is something she initially just assumes was always true and that she's only noticing now because brains are weird and her's just decided to feel hungry less often for some reason.

No longer ever needing to use the bathroom however is the kind of mildly blatant supernaturalness that even she can't miss and finally prompts her to wonder and self introspect on whether she has any other pow-

worlds spinning endlessly through the void-

her soul gradually growing closer and intertwining with many worlds-

the connection leading the way to the nearest points they intersect-

that way to sands-