Even crazier!
PART ONE: I was in a sprite sheet world of pokemon. The floor was this yellow/brown/beige color with a bunch of fir trees (all sprites). I was a sprite and so were my pokemon. I ran around collecting these sprite dust things and when four were placed together, they made a fossil from which a baby pokemon hatched. There were three. I can’t remember what they were but they followed their older counterparts around. Since I can only have six in a team, I had to trade them out for the baby ones.
PART TWO: When I left that room thing, I had to call my mom. I saw Christopher Columbus (code name, by the way) and borrowed his Razr phone thing. He said, “I don’t have your number so could you put it in my contacts?” So I went to contacts and saw, among other names, “Crush” and I knew it wasn’t the sea turtle from Finding Nemo but someone he liked. I couldn’t enter my number! I kept starting with 678, then 688, then 687, and when I finally got 770, it was too late and we had to go. So he took my to my mom, holding something, maybe a cat (Schrödinger’s cat?) and left. That’s all I can remember.
