The Pokemon Dream

Guys... I just had the most saddest dream ever. I'm not sure if I could really describe it in words, but here it goes. Maybe I'll make it into a comic to explain it more... For some reason, it looked like it came from a movie...

There was a young woman, somewhere in her late 20s or her early 30s, with straight brown hair in a ponytail, with glasses. She had many, many Pikachu plushies. Some were enormous, some were tiny. She absolutely loved Pokemon, and she felt as if her Pokemon loved her back, even though they were stuffed. Like she had the most best friends in the world.

One day, one of her loved human friends had an accident. The paramedics did all that they could to save him, but they couldn't. All the woman could do was kneel by his corpse and cry. She even used her Pikachus to show her sadness even more. She picked one up, small enough to represent a baby, tilted its head slightly towards the sky, and whimpered out a little "Chuuuuuuuuuuuu..." which would be the Pikachu screaming towards the sky. She then grabbed an adult sized Pikachu which would've been the baby's mother, and had the smaller one rush towards it in needs of comfort from its mommy.

And then... I woke up.

Something tells me I shouldn't watch Pokemon so much anymore...