From Sabrina's Journal

14 June 2001

I suppose I'll just have to do an entry. I can't get back to sleep after being awakened by a dream. And [I]what[/I] a dream. I awoke in a cold sweat, twisted in the sheets. I never sleep well away from the gym in Saffron. Why did I ever let father talk me into coming here? Oh yes, I was supposed to, "get out of my shell," become better known to other gym leaders and to the members of the Elite Four. "Networking" is what he called it. Bah! They have this special do to send off Agatha into emeritus status. All these boring, eccentric recluses gathered together under one roof up here on this desolate plateau. At least I'm, not the youngest one here, that would be Daisy Waterflower from Cerulean City, what an iconsequential fluffhead.

I wasted my time coming here. They gave Agatha's position on the Four to that egotistical fake Will. All the others offered condolences and said stuff like, "the squeky wheel gets the grease," and "you would have been selected if you were better known." The only one that really seemed sincere was that overly serious and spectral Mr. Koga. He had the audacity to look into my eyes giving me the right to peer into his thoughts. It's no pleasure knowing what others think. Most of it is trivial, some is insulting, and a some thoughts are simply shocking. Most of the time people are only thinking of themselves. This Koga fellow was thinking about my eyes, my hair, and how I carried myself. So I called him on it. He coloured ever so slightly and said, "Please forgive the loss of discipline." If I was prone to flattery I suppose I would have been pleased, but that sort of frivolousness is beneath me. However he [I]did[/I] seem genuinely disappointed for me, and since we hardly know each other, I was a bit charmed.

This dream that has me scribbling these notes semed to be prophetic (as most of my dreams are). Oddly enough it involved this Koga fellow too. He was with me in some sort of darkened room. My Alakazam was grievously injured and I had tears on my face. This was odd, I [I]never[/I] allow myself to cry. This dark, bearded man took my hand and said something about having full restore in his pack if we could reach it. I turned and it was Koga. He seemed very concerned about me, and said I had to pull myself together. Then a mind numbing burst of psychic energy struck us, a Psychic attack from a very strong and high level psy Pokémon. I managed to withstand it, although my mind was enflamed, but the man fainted. I screamed his name, and cradled his head in my hands, and that's when I awoke.

Who is this new Elite Four member? And what could this dream mean? It seemed as though I had some sort of attachment to him in the dream, but I haven't the faintest idea how that would come about. It would be a strange thing indeed to have an attachment to someone other than my parents. I've always been apart, strange, and frightening to those with weaker minds and no awareness of what lies beyond. How could a "normal" man ilke Koga and I ever keep company, let alone grow to respect each other? Funny thing is, there is some small part of me that wants to try. There doesn't seem to be much point to living, even with my heightened awareness and my power over matter. There's some level of thought I haven't reached yet, in spite of all of my training. But how can one reach it? I wish I knew. I guess I'll lie down again, or maybe just wander the halls like Lady MacBeth. It's hard to sleep just now.