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For the next few nights I started having weird dreams. They say you only remember the events of your dream that take place towards the end, so I guess the dreams I was having were special. In fact, now that I think about it, maybe they were out of body experiences. Why would I assume this? Well, the dreams often started with me waking up in the same room I slept it, kind of like I got tired of trying to fall asleep and just decided to open my eyes.
I'd look around my room, inspecting it, making sure the mess was how I left it. The layout was simple. The room was medium in size, square and and decorated to a minimalist's standards. The pokeball nightlight beside my night stand shed a dim red tint on my white walls. Directly above it was the map of Kanto my mother had gotten me for my ninth birthday.
“It won't be long until you get to see it all for yourself!” I remember her telling me. She was so happy that day. Maybe she was recalling when she set out on her adventure as a child.
The fan that sat at the foot of my bed provided a soft ambient sound, it soothed me, early signs of a future addict? I couldn't sleep without it. Though I used it for the sound, and not really the breeze, it was still strange to not feel the cool air blowing on my face. I was floating...
I was well above my mattress, and I was still ascending. It wouldn't be long before my face would be pressed against the roughness of my ceiling's finish, but I didn't feel any way about it, kind of like I knew what was going on, but I was clueless.
When I came within arm's reach of the ceiling, my eyes closed. I didn't close them, my lids kind of acted on their own, but I was floating, so my body being out of my control wasn't too much of a surprise for me.
A girl's voice would begin to ring in my ears: “I still remember your wish.” It was the same voice every time. Soft, angelic, full of youth; familiar, yet refreshing, like eating candy you haven't had in a long time.
Warmth began to surround my body. A feeling I could only compare to passing through some kind of portal. It didn't last long, but the temperature didn't return to what I'd previously adapted to. It's as if I were in a different place.
Once again, as if they were acting on their own, my eyelids opened to reveal my presumptions were correct. I saw a star filled, midnight sky. A few puffy clouds blocked out blotches of the little white specs, but I wasn't gonna complain. What ten year old boy wouldn't want to be where I was?
My body rotated forward. My feet now pointed towards the ground. Below me were the buildings of Pallet Town. The small cluster of houses and trees had been my home for as long I could remember.
A few minutes past as I float above the peaceful little town. The voice from before rang in my ear once again: “Are you ready?”
Confused, I raise my eyebrows and look around me in hopes of finding out where the voice was coming from. Nothing. I was alone up here, and the walkways of the town were empty.
The voice came again, “Well, are you?” She sounded a bit impatient this time.
“Wait,” I finally replied. “Are you talking to me?” I spun my body around in circles, genuinely perplexed, hoping to find the source of the vocals once and for all.
“Well, who else would I be talking to?” She asked. “There's nobody else here, and besides, even if they were they wouldn't be able to hear me.”
“How would that be possible?” I asked. “Your voice is as clear as the stars in the sky to me, I just can't tell where it's coming from.”
I looked up at the stars once again. I could only imagine what somebody would think if they looked up and saw me. A floating boy, wearing pajamas, talking to what seemed to be an imaginary friend. Nothing too strange going on there, right? Of course it wouldn't be completely illogical to assume that I was just some ghost Pokemon lost in thought.
“Well,” she replied. “Maybe it has something to do with...”
She paused. Silence. I grew more and more confused.
“With what!?” I asked, almost shouting.
No reply, followed by more quiet...
Was I receiving the silent treatment, or did she just leave? I never really got around to figuring it out, because that's about the part where I usually begin falling, not towards Pallet Town, upwards towards the sky.
A soft sound of breeze took over my sound spectrum, and I felt a cool blowing sensation against the back of my body. The town began to shrink as I fell further and further away from it. Eventually I'd pass through clouds, and the ground would be no more. The air around me grew dry, and I could feel my saliva trying to lubricate my tongue to prevent cottonmouth. It all seemed much too real to only be a dream.
Once again, as if acting on their own, my eyes closed. The wind from behind me came to a complete stop. Silence filled my ears once again. I could feel my body slowly spinning. It was a gentle movement. I felt like a planet.
The voice from before spoke once again, “Our fate... is inevitable.”