Good night everybody. Sweet dreams. I had a dream last night that I was a Pokemon Trainer in real life. I had a Staravia and I was in a huge open run down park with yellow grass, broken fences, cracked cement, and graffiti everywhere. Anyways I had Staravia out and it was flying around in the sky as I walked in the park. There wasn't much people around besides a few joggers and some sketchy looking punks. Anyways, all I remember is that a Staraptor came out of nowhere and starting fighting with my Staravia for no reason. It was an intense fight and I was getting nervous because Staravia was kinda fragile and wasn't too strong. I felt like I had owned Staravia for a while, and watching it be attacked was nerve wrecking. Finally I saw some blood and Staravia just starting dropping from the sky from about 150-200 feet high. It hit the ground somewhere I couldn't see because I was behind some tall wooden fences. I started crying a little and started searching the park everywhere for Staravia. I was worried it was hurt badly or dead. The rest of the dream seemed long because all I did was circle the park searching for Staravia. But found nothing besides a couple of dumped iPads and some empty beer cans. The FBI showed up for some reason too. Even though it was just a dream, I felt a weird, yet strong connection to Staravia. Why did I feel so sad about Staravia when I woke up? I shouldn't be feeling these emotions since Staravia is just a Pokemon. And Pokemon don't exist in the real world. It's just all so weird. That's why I froze up earlier when I ran into a Staravia in Pokemon Super Mystery Dungeon. Ugh... 😔 *sigh" #pokemon #nintendo #dreams #staravia For some reason, I have dreams at least 3 or 4 times a week that I can always seem to remember so well. Everything is always so vivid, and feels so real. I've even been able to control my dreams before because I've been aware I'm dreaming. Anyways, good night for realz guys.