Yet another night where I dreamt that I remembered to remember the dream-- but despite how hard my dream self tried to remember the dream, on top of how hard my conscious self tried to remember the dream, it was lost in a matter of moments when I woke. The only remnants are a couple fragmented details.
There were definitely at least three parts. The first part is a complete mystery to me.
The second part started with me and Little Joe and one other person whose appearance and identity I can no longer recall. In front of us was a large grassy field, with trees lining the distant horizon. Joe had crazy poofy hair, almost like an afro but more like the hair he had when he was in high school. We were very excited as we were going to catch pokemon. Sadly, I never saw any actual pokemon before the next part of the dream.
There was someone important in part three, but the entirety of that section of dream has escaped me, leaving just a lingering feeling that the person that appeared to me was significant in some way.
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