When I had woken up, I had been greeted by a forest. I couldn't remember anything, so I didn't know how I got here in the first place. I remember wondering around, occasionally running away from creatures I didn't recognize. It scared me.
I had ended up running into a small town, and I rushed over to the nearest house. Before I thought of the consequences of my action, I knocked on the door.
It was then that I met the person that would adopt me and care for me, as I didn't know where to go. I have her to thank for a lot of things.
It was a year afterwards that I had my first Dream. These Dreams were different then other dreams that everyone else had, and when I have them, I stay asleep for a whole day, and can't be woken up.
These Dreams scare my adoptive-mother so much, but no one seems to know about why I have them. But these Dreams are important to me, and I've never actually told anyone about them except my mother.
A whole other world. A world with no Pokémon—as the creatures here are called. I had another life there, and I lived there for a week, and then I wake up again, a day later. These Dreams would only happen every month or so.
In this world—the Pokémon world—I remember everything that happens there. But in that world, I only have the memories of that life, and not my Pokémon life.
As if I played two different characters: one observing, and the other totally oblivious.
Then came the day I turned thirteen. My mother finally let me leave—she was really worried about the Dreams—but I would have my Pokémon with me to protect me when it happened.