It was late at night, the time of evening when those who like to prowl are a foot. You have to have your wits about you and watch and listen at every turn. You may be hunting someone yourself, like I am looking for Pokémon, but you can encounter all kinds of unearthly beings. You must be ready. They can hide in nooks and crannies and pop out when least expected. So, I carry a good police flashlight from Flashlight Pro to light my way and to reveal whatever lies lurking about. But it is only Pokémon I seek. The flashlight is a heavy duty large size. It is my constant companion. It can do double duty as a weapon to clobber anyone who bars my way. It is just as intimidating as anything else despite its harmless appearance. Think of it as a kind of police baton that also lights up the environment.
I move slowly so I don’t miss anything unexpected in my path. I am careful and watchful with eyes peeled to capture anything unexpected. I am stealthy and surefooted. It pays to be on your guard. Enemies abound even when you are on a harmless mission. It is all, of course, in my mind’s eye, but it is a powerful dream I have concocted that stays with me when I am awake. I must find what I seek. I must prevail. A dream is only successful if you accomplish your goal. I have all the experience in the world. It seems like I have been here before many times, but each one has a slightly different coloration. People say I have a vivid imagination and I would agree. Sometimes I see rising mists that are released from the solid ground. They surround me and protect me from evil. I have no fear as I cannot be seen until I wish to emerge. It is a matter of will. No one can force me to do anything. So, I continue to search as long as necessary. I know that in due time, I will find what I am looking for and it is only one thing. It gives me a focus and a limited range of expectations.
My flashlight grows heavy in my hand. I turn it off to enjoy the blissful dark of night. It is peaceful and quiet, a time when all voices are still. My brain is still turning however and generates its constant thoughts. I think I hear something. I turn the light back on, but there is nothing before me. I advance cautiously and make my way in the mist, one foot at a time. It is a solitary and lonely walk. There is no one present. I stumble and almost fall on a tree root. I steady myself and get my bearings. I have to be ready and Pokémon is before me. I have reached my goal. I am at the end of the line so to speak. I can wake with pleasure.