My family was on a road trip, and we came to this place. I’ve come here before in my dreams, there was a muddy ditchish type thing with a ickle dead tree over it and a skull in it. The skull’s jaw bone was broken off the face, and broken in two pieces. Also in the ditch was a pokeball. A real one, not a toy. In all my other dreams I’ve been afraid to touch anything in the ditch, but this time I picked up a piece of the jaw and examined it. Then I put it back down and picked up the pokeball. I released it and out came this thing that looked like a Chickorita, or however it’s spelled, minus the leaf on the top of it’s head and it had 3 eyes. My sisters all demanded the pokemon, but I told them no, called back the pokemon and put the pokeball into my pocket. I trudged up the little hillish thing and found an anime store. It was strange, because it was inside, yet it was outside. I was looking through the mangas, and they were selling two mangas for the price of one, but you had to buy them as a package. They had a Ranma 1/2 package I really wanted, plus some other mangas that looked really good but I forget their titles. Then I heard this roaring, and the people passed it off as The Beast that lived on top of the hill, and that he was dying. And with his death a new Beast would be born. Or something along those lines. I forget how it happened, but then the Beast was my Beast, and was in love with me. And he lived in my house. o.O

Next thing I remember was I was going to karate, except karate was in my basement. It was sparring class, and it was just this weird anything goes sorta thing. I was kicking and punching like crazy, and there were people there who had quit. These names will mean nothing to most people, but Jessica, Jerry, L, and Chris were all there. It was so weird. And then abruptly Sensei Jimmy said, "Time to leave! The bus will leave without us and I wanna ski!" So they all left my basement.

Also in my dream somewhere, I think I was going to Aaron’s house.