Mew, Mew! (I did!) I froze. Mew! Mew, Mew... (All of your lives shall be spared.) Mew disappeared. Richie (I knew I forgot someone. Richie is a bird type trainer, very advanced.) said, "You mean that little pink guy that flew by and said, Mew, Mew?" "I saw it, then." "Yeah, I did." said Kenta, a dragon tamer. "I saw it." said Cale. He trained the lightning type.

"What?" "Oh, yes." Casey shuddered. Now, my brain was generating some kind of bizarre dreamland. It was sort of like the real world, but all out of focus. Imagine that you soaked a painting made with watercolors. A good description. There were even Pokemon. On the other side of the "street" we were standing on, was a Ralts. It disappeared.

Behind where it once levitated, was my house. My friends were too happy to agree. The sun dropped down, and the moon flew up in lightspeed. "This is mad," said Kenta. He hadn't spoke much. "Absolutely." Said Burninating Torchic (Funny name, eh?). "How do you know this stuff, Sam?" said Cale.

We were in the house. The house of blurred watercolors. We fell asleep as soon as we thought it. Another dreamworld effect. We woke up. We had hit the ground in our sleep. I asked. "You mean the one where we were in your dreamworld?" Richie asked. Surrounding us was a dent the size of a Greyhound bus. If you don't know what that is, think, "Very extra-large bus." "We lived..." Casey suddenly noticed. She almost seemed not to believe it. And then the sky was bombarded with wild cheers. "WOOHOO!!" "WE MADE IT!!!"