Dream Eater

So, as a kid, i played Pokemon quite a bit. i still play Pokemon. but some kids aren't allowed to play Pokemon... Weird, right? But sometimes there are good reasons as to why they can't play.

A few years ago i had a friend, his name was "David" and he suffered from a lot of panic attacks. He also had asthma. He was dropped on his head when he was four, and he suffered a little bit of brain damage from the blow. His parents told me that he doesn't think like everybody else, so i always kept that in mind when i was around him...

David was sheltered as a kid. I mean VERY sheltered. he wasn't allowed to watch certain TV shows, or play video games. Whenever he came over to my house, we'd play on my Xbox 360 and we would play games like "NBA 2K10" "Madden 07" i usually played sports games so his panic attacks didn't set in, but what really caught his interest were the games on my Nintendo DS. I would usually get it out for him when he came over, and one of his favorite games to play on my DS was "Pokemon: Diamond Version". Whenever he played it, he got really excited, but i didn't want him to get to excited to where his asthma started acting up... So i would constantly tell him "settle down!" But he just couldn't help himself...

One week he came over, and he asked me if he could borrow my DS, so i asked him

"Can you handle it? And what if your parents find out?"

he said "I can handle it! I promise!"

i started to wonder if he really could... If his parents find out he has the DS, he would never be able to come over again... But he was sheltered and i thought,

"Eh, why not let him have a little fun" So, i let him borrow it.

A couple days later at the bus stop i asked him if he was enjoying the game.

"I love the game! I play it every night! I even dream about being a Pokemon trainer!" He said.

I was happy that he was enjoying the game, but dreaming about it? I didn't know he enjoyed it that much...

"What kind of dreams?" I asked him.

"Well, i dreamed that i started my Pokemon adventure With my very own Piplup!" He said.

"Really now?" i asked him.

"Yeah! I battled wild Pokemon, and i even caught a Geodude!" he said.

He had quite the imagination...

The next day at the bus stop he told me about more of the dreams he had been having. This time he had a dream about him starting his Quest to complete the "Pokedex". The dreams to me sounded more ridiculous as the days went by. He told me about dreams where he would go and beat gym leaders, find new Pokemon, and he even told me one where i was his rival... But i knew things would soon get out of hand...

One night he was rushed to the hospital because of a panic attack and cause of an asthma attack. He was in critical shape, and the doctors were confused as to what had caused this. the next day i went to visit him after i got out of school. I came in and asked the Nurse what room he was in, and i rushed over to the room and asked what had happened.

"I had a dream last night..." He said in a low, sad voice.

"What Happened?" I asked in an anxious tone.

"Well, i was facing a Wild Pokemon..." he said.

"Do you know what Pokemon it was? What it looked like?" i asked.

"I can't remember... all i remember is all My Pokemon were fainted and i tried to protect them... But... I failed..." he said in a saddened voice as he started to tear up.

At this point, i was interested in what happened... i wondered if maybe someone did something to him at school or maybe his parents found out about the game and he just flipped out and had a panic attack... David usually doesn't have any issues with school or his parents though.

"Is that all you remember from your dream?" i asked him.

"I remember before it ended... the Pokemon used Dream Eater on me..."he said to me.

My eyes widened and i said to myself,

"But it's just a dream... How could it actually have- no... There's no way... this has to be a prank... He's joking with me right now, he has to be!"

I got up and told him to take it easy, and then i went home, and on my way home i thought to myself "Do dreams really have effect on people?" When i got home i sat down and watched TV to clear my mind till it was time for bed.

The next day after school i went to the hospital and no one was there... I went in and saw no nurses, no doctors, worried parents... Nothing... i was confused. i went to Davids room and found nothing there. Just an empty room. i went home and came back the next day only to find nothing... No hospital... No David... Nothing at all... i went home and asked my mom about David and his family.

"Honey you don't know a David..." she said.

"I do! I see him at the bus stop everyday!" i said in an expressive tone.

I ran to my room and started to freak out. i sat down and turned on the TV, and i watched the news in an attempt to calm down. I know, why the news out of all things? Well maybe i could get some answers.

"Today marks the 4th year anniversary of when the Charles memorial hospital was burned to the ground."

At this point i started to lose my mind. I couldn't handle anything. It was at that point i woke up and said to myself,

"it was just a dream..."