Understand My Dreams

Dreams wings

I remember I was flying about this sandy beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore. It wasn't on my own, no, there was some sort of hang-glider I was using. From how high up I was, I could see these red and white specks littering the sand, half-buried. I descended a bit, and discovered they were pokeballs! I heard a soft whooshing noise, and another plopped down a little ways away from me. I glided along this trail until I looked up, seeing a male figure in the distance with a bazooka-type instrument, propelling these red and white spheres toward me. He turned tail and I gave chase. It was broad daylight, so I had no trouble following him to a sort of playground-like place by, believe it or not, a burger stand. When I caught up with him, we perched on the top bar of the swings, and when he smiled it was if a fog had lifted and I saw my friend Jericho. His cousin appeared and we had a rather lovely conversation about how our lives had gone, though I don't quite remember specifics. Jericho's cousin left to procure some food from the burger stand while Jericho and I just sort of hung out... Then, the burgerstand stood up. Kind of like a transformer. It was that shock that woke me up.

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