Nick walked out of his room, down the stairs and was outside. The sky was covered with dark clouds, wind howled about furiously, and rain poured down. The rain seemed to awaken the Nick in the dream, and he suddenly looked around confusedly as if wondering where he was. Something was… He looked up slowly. Floating in the air, hovering above him, he saw a small white creature staring back down. Nick exclaimed his startled amazement, the creature queried, "Mew?," gave Nick a meaningful look that Nick could not understand, and vanished. Nick looked up into the sky where the Mew had been, searching, but it was empty. A fierce blast of wind rushed by, forcing him to run for cover. He hurried to the house, hand over heads as hailstones begun to plummet from the sky. Later, safely in his own room, having awakened no one, Nick changed into dry clothes, and returned to his bed, pondering and not comprehending his experience.

The view of Nick’s room began to fade, and became smaller, as if Nick’s point of view was rising. He rose through the ceiling, and was suddenly in a large chamber, lighted from… nowhere. He could see no walls or ceiling; it was as if the chamber extended forever. Instead of seeing a dark nothingness overhead, the place where the ceiling and walls should have been was brightly colored and moving, like an all-encompassing version of the Northern lights. Only the stone floor was visible, only it was solid. Or was it? Even the stone seemed to be – Nick couldn’t place his finger on it – not quite stone. Nick looked around, searching to find something in this… this world, Nick decided. Nick slowly looked above him, this time a participator, not an observer, and as he looked up, the view changed. He was standing in a stadium. Bright lights shown around him, illuminating the area. Nick felt great, struggling forces in his mind. The power made his head hurt and numbened his senses. He had been looking around, the stadium empty and silent, but once again he glanced upward.

Two huge orbs of energy, something, someone, in each of them crashed together overhead. Nick immediately knew that these were the sources of the power, and the very sense of the incredible, fighting energies knocked Nick to the ground. The stadium was no longer empty. It was instantly filled with pokemon, two of each type, struggling against each other. Some were small, some were large, but all filled with anger. Their anger! It was all that was present for them! The sense pounded Nick’s mind like a drum. He also felt… fear. He glanced around. Several people were standing near the walls of the stadium, helpless to stop the scene.

The orbs collided again. For an instant Nick saw the face of the occupant of one of them. It was Mew? And the other? Mew and the other warrior bounced back, at opposite ends of the stadium, to the ground because of the force of impact. Nick felt them build power, then fire. Two beams of energy shot out from them, colliding between them and causing a virtual explosion of power. The battlers rose and collided several more times. Though Nick’s senses were overfilled with feelings of anger and fear, Nick still knew that those two fighters were the only ones the mattered. Something, and Nick didn’t know what, almost all-important would be determined by the outcome of the battle. Stop them, the thought came to Nick. What? How? He couldn’t…

The battlers landed on the ground again and shot beams of power at one another. Everything seemed to go into slow motion. The spinning projectiles of energy shot forward at insane speed just as a boy, twelve-years-old?, jumped and soared in between them. Both beams simultaneously struck the boy in midair, causing a brilliant flash of light. The flash ended, and the boy was floating, paralyzed, with a blue glow around his body, in the place where he had been struck. Nick felt an immediate gush of fear from the humans standing on the sides of the stadium. The body sunk to the ground and hardened, hardened into stone.

A small yellow pokemon, a Pikachu, sprinted toward the reclined stone statue. For a moment stunned, as it reached it, its eyes started to water. Then it shot a jolt of electricity at the stone, as if trying to awaken it. Nothing happened, so the Pikachu shocked again. No effect. A human somewhere started crying. Nick knew not where. A sparkle of energy – what was it? Floated toward the statue as the Pikachu continued to try to bring it back to life. The pokemon had shocked until it could shock no more and stood panting almost collapsing by the statue. Others were crying. Many others. As tear drops struck the ground, sparks of light floated and swirled toward the statue. The lights were peace. Love. Feeling. Life. As they reached the statue, they were absorbed and the statue started glowing an intense blue light. Nick had been participating. He too was struck by the profound scene. Deeply touched and moved. Also, the sorrow and the – something new – hope that others were feeling all reached him, as if he possessed all of it. Nick walked toward the statue slowly, step by step, not knowing what he would do, but knowing he had to do something, something.

He reached the statue and knelt down. The glow of light was intense. Nick felt embodied by its power. The boy was coming alive! He felt it! Almost! But no, the light started to fade; the glow begun to subside. The Pikachu, who had momentarily been filled with hope, was overcome by despair, and a single tear fell from his eyes. A last few sparkles rose from the ground to the stone boy, reached it, and the glow came back more intensely than ever. What had been in those tears? Love. That was it. Nick stretched out his hand toward the body, shaking with the feeling that was everywhere. He touched the stone. Light grew to feel his whole field of vision. Had he… awakened it? Nick could see nothing but blue. Then the light was gone and a living boy was lying on the ground. The Pikachu, not aware of Nick’s presence, dashed to the boy. Nick looked around. None of these people or creatures know that I’m here, he thought. He turned and looked behind him. He met eyes with Mew. And on the other side? He turned. A brief glimpse of the other battler, now still and silent, and the dream was over.