The first part made sense enough. It was merely a flashback of the past. Strange, though, that it should play back so perfectly. Dreams were usually nonsequitous. And then there was the look Mew gave Nick. What did it mean? Nick wondered if the Mew had somehow caused him to have the second part of the dream. He was immediately struck by the paradox, though. When the look in real life didn’t cause him to dream, that a dream of the look would seemed impossible. So what was behind that look?

Then there was the new part. Nick hadn’t been an observer in it. It had been so real. Nick had really felt the cool night air, which made no sense as Nick had (or at least he supposed) been curled up in his warm sleeping bag the whole time. But his ordinary senses weren’t what made it so hard to believe that it was all only a dream. It was the way he felt the anger and the fear. They had been so real! So present. They couldn’t have been part of an ordinary dream. Those types of feelings just weren’t in Nick. He wasn’t capable of experiencing them alone. But so many had been there in the stadium, each one filled with anger. Their combined emotions almost had overpowered Nick. That just couldn’t have been imagined. And the incredible power of the two fighters! No, it had to be something else, couldn’t possibly be just a dream.

Then what was it? And who, and what, was the other of the great fighters? Nick had caught a glimpse of it, but couldn’t remember what it looked like. If he tried to recall it, his mind, already tired, became cloudy and vague. Also, there had been the boy who had been turned to stone. Had he, Nick, brought him back to life? Nick knew he couldn’t do that. He was a normal boy. Nick decided that the dream couldn’t be real, it just wasn’t possible. There was no way that he could have been transported to… wherever he had been. But neither could it have been merely a dream. He could not understand. What had occurred almost scared Nick. He no longer wanted to think about it. Nothing really made sense anyway.

Eevee, lying beside Nick’s sleeping bag started to stir. Nick looked his at pokemon and stopped thinking. Even in the midst of his mind’s wonderings, the sight of the cute little sleeping Eevee made him smile. Nick finally decided that he really didn’t have a clue about Mew, the dream, or anything else of that sort and resolved that his best option was to go back to sleep.