Pink, Day 15: Sweet dreams are made of this.

These dreams weren't going to stop until I found that bloody Drowzee.  Here, I will write my dream down again.  I'm getting pretty frustrated with all this.  I guess I could visit the Pokémon Center and figure a way to stop the trickster, but I was afraid things might get worse.  Yes.  It was better to just leave and never return.  Anyways, here is my next dream.

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There were many flying Pokémon in the sky, dropping a combination of Normal and Fighting Pokémon to do damage to the rear of the army.  I didn't want to think of what Pokémon could lift a Snorlax so far.  Henry's death had come so unexpectedly and gory that I wanted to throw up.  I was there for a little while beside Henry's broken corpse, wondering how I was going to manage getting to the castle by myself.  I still had the Blastoise with me (though he was wounded so pretty useless now) and I had my own Pokémon but they consisted of only three Chanseys and two Pidgeottos.  The bird Pokémon were for messages, the Chanseys for helping with healing.  They all were as taxed as I was.  What was I to do now?

"Well that's a beautiful sight!  Oh my, what an impressive bunch of blood and bones sprawled out everywhere.  That's like poetry or something, am I right?  Huh?  Oh, lady, don't get up like that, I'm just messing."  Said a tall young man, standing nearby, surveying the damage done by the blast and the Snorlax.

What an ignorant cruel man this person was!  I was angry and walked up to him, ready to hit him.  This was not the time for such indecency!

"I'm your new assistant, lady, now let's go and run around in the blood!  There's loads of fun all the way up to the castle!  Ha ha ha!  The enemy has been doing well, ha ha!  I reckon we're screwed.  We'll be corpses on the ground before the end of the week, you'll see!"  The man cackled and seemed to wipe a tear from his eye.  He really thought this was funny?!

I was insulted and sickened.  How dare he speak such nasty words!

"Ah, wait, I knew that guy!  Henry it was, am I right?"  Said the man, looking sardonically at Henry's remains.  "Let's go now lady.  We got some healing to do.  Ha ha ha!  Oh Mrs J!  Can I call you Mrs J?"

"You're insane!" I growled and told Blastoise to stand forth.  The man wouldn't be laughing when his head was blown off by a well placed Hyper Beam!

"You're the Doc, Doc, and of course you should be saying that!  I only really volunteered to be a doctor for the fun of it all.  I never wanted to be stuck at the front line.  That fun wouldn't only last a few minutes!  But anyways, let's go!"

"I'm not going anywhere with you.  Blastoise...!"

"Whoa whoa whoa!  Man, lady, you're really acting heavy here."  The man said while backing off.

"Who in Lugia's name are you?!"  I demanded.

"Heck, I get called all sorts of names these days.  Most people call my either Mad or a Fool.  So pick one of those!  Ha ha, and let's get the heckers out of here.  We'll be dying otherwise.  I don't much like that idea."

Fool and mad were both good words to describe this man.  I picked "Fool".  He was foolish to play games with me.

Fool got out a piece of paper and showed it to me.  It had a wax seal of the King and declared that "Mad Fool Sam Greekian" was a registered doctor.  What was I supposed to do?  Go with him?  Yes... people needed my help.  This man would certainly pay for his horrible comments however.  I would make sure of it.

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Yeah, that dream kept on going a lot there.  It seems to be a continuation of the other dreams.  This was all one long story that was being told to me through dreams.  But what was the Drowzee trying to do?  Was there a bloody lesson in all of this?  Either way, I had to get out of this bloody city.

Sitting on my favourite bench of Fuchsia City (well I had been on that bench a few times now and it seemed to be the only safe area), I brought out Vaporeon and gave it the headphones and CD player that was the HM03.  The CD started playing and I could hear words coming from it.  "To surf, stand on board, paddle with feet, wiggle fins, be wary of the water.  To surf, keep steady, keep breathing, rest regularly."  It kind of went on like that.  I wasn't sure how long it was going to take so I remained on the bench, bringing out Machamp to guard me in case anyone wanted to cause trouble.

One more bloody dream and I was heading right for Cinnabar.  Bye bye Drowzee

Hope to see you again soon.

Pink McQueen