Okay, let's get my internet on.

dream:

All of my favorite people make their appearance in this dream. We are all riding around inside of new age underground subway system. I don't go into any of the other "cars". Our car was the very last one. People would sleep hanging in this weird mesh and plastic bed. And there were four beds on each side, one on top of the other, up to the ceiling. The walls were curved because the subway car was curved.

We travelled very quick in this subway thing. I could tell it was fast because there were a few very, very small windows that I could see out of. There was not a whole lot to see. Being as, it was underground and moving very fast. I'd see the illuminated blur of an object go flying past every so often, but that was it.

Just like how a school bus has the ceiling emergency exit panel that can be removed in case the bus is on its side and all the other door's are blocked... well, this subway car had something very similar, except when the panel was kicked in it led to a small cylinder shaped area that could fit only a single person. There were metal rungs I could climb up, to reach this super heavy, and significantly small door. I open the door, and the area allowed just enough space to fit the upper half of my body out of. I could see outside, which was a beautiful green and blue blur of nature racing by. Somehow I could climb out of the top of my underground subway car to see outside.

I went back inside my car. There was some anticipation because the track was about to end. And we all had to get off. End of the line. The track ended in what looked like the end of a tunnel, coming out into a world completely opposite of the one it had just been in. Behind me was dark, murky tunnel. Ahead of me, the opening into green luscious field and trees. That was the ideal direction to go.

Myself and all my friends and famiy were not getting out of this tunnel fast enough, however. These pokemon started to grow out of the blackness of the tunnel and could of the dirt, and they were not friendly. If we weren't moving, these things would begin to accumulate beneath our feet and slowly grow larger and more fierce, up from the ground. These pokemon claimed one life, as they took him kicking and screaming into the darkness. I do not know who that was. Nobody was concerned with their belongings any more. So everybody I was with hurried their ass out of the tunnel and into the green grass and the sun. The pokemon did not follow, but their eyes were still visible to us when we looked back into the tunnel.

And I woke up.