She awakens a little while later, after a confusing dream of running through a city full of gleaming towers. 

Slowly, she stirs, her tail twitching. 

... Her bed seems kind of hard. And something's poking her in the face. It's... a bunch of... blades of grass?

Wait what the fuck - 

She sits up hastily. 

She's sitting in the middle of a clearing amid trees, surrounded by forest on all sides. 

She's still wearing the clothes she went to bed in, but they're too loose. Too big on her. 

She has a tail.

Oh. Clearly she's dreaming. 

It feels amazingly realistic though. 

Slowly, she gets up, trying not to let her skirt slide off. Fortunately it has an elastic waist so it's more her shirt that's overly baggy, though it still sits at a bit of a jaunty angle.

...she does appreciate that she apparently has significantly larger breasts in this dream.

She pauses for a moment to feel herself up. 

... Honestly, that's a really bright sensation for a dream... 

... She's starting to feel kind of cold. It's a nice spring day but she's not dressed for the weather at all. 

Okay she needs to find civilization. 

She looks up over the trees, trying to find a landmark.

She's surrounded by tall pines. Crows sit in the upper boughs, looking at her curiously. 

Over the forest, she can see a distant column of smoke rising. 

People!!! 

She's lucky. 

She tries to get her bearings through the wood...

And suddenly she has an instinctive knowledge of exactly the path she needs to take to get there. 

Well, that's dreams for you. 

She takes off at a run.

It doesn't feel particularly straining. Her body feels light and responsive in a way that her real one just wouldn't be able to match. Every step feels natural and effortless. 

There's a town a few kilometers away. She'll meet there. 

Instinctually, she does a roll and a flip over a small bush, and doesn't even slow down. 

She's built for this. 

Her tail streams out behind her like a banner, a flag. 

She's going to be okay. She can just tell.

There is something following her. 

It steps through the forest, thump-thump-thump. 

Distantly, she can see its head passing through the trees as it pushes branches away. 

It's a fucking troll. 

OKAY SHE IS SPRINTING NOW

Eventually she manages to lose it, but she can feel her body flirting with the edge of exhaustion. 

It seems to be an all-or-nothing thing now.

She slows to a walk, and starts picking her way through the forest in the vague direction of the town. 

Hopefully there won't be any more monsters.

Monsters like this plodding zombie that's milling around in the forest?

NO THANK YOU

She can't escape it, and she can't fight it...

She can't fight it? 

... Her body feels like she can. 

She snaps a limb off a tree, and wheels to face it.

It shambles towards her, slow and plodding.

SHE HITS IT IN THE FACE WITH THE TREE BRANCH

It groans and falls back a step.