Had a really strange dream the other day that I'm still thinking about. A new DLC for the new Pokemon game came out (not the one with the terrarium and the turtle, it was a Secret Third Thing), and while I remember very little about it aesthetically other than seeing a run-down cliff-side castle and thinking 'oh yeah, medieval Europe I guess', the weird scattershot of things I do remember is like
- They were Already doing a regional variant of Palafin (although for some reason the Pokedex insisted it was actually a Samurott; I found this weird even within the dream), which was dressed like some kind of centurion knight. It had a unique ability which, instead of making it stronger after it switched out, just made it easier for it to switch out in general; guaranteed fleeing from wild battles, an evasion boost whenever it didn't use an attacking move during a turn, and if it got hit super-effectively it would switch out/flee automatically. In retrospect, making the Superman pokemon into a Massive Coward, despite being better armored, who's trying so hard to conceal his identity that the Pokedex lies to you? Actually kinda funny??
- I remember this variant Palafin because I needed one for a sidequest, which was one of a whole genre this DLC introduced in which you'd be walking around the open world, and in certain locations, at certain times of day, there'd just be aliens??? Like, humanoid, 7 feet tall, most of them were green and had strangely pronounced beer bellies, but they were led by a blue one with really really long arms who liked doing super exaggerated faces. So, the most obvious kind of alien character designs possible, except the conceit of the bit was they were the ones trying to do rituals in order to summon aliens? You brought them random Pokemon and items to complete their space rituals they were doing for the express purpose of proving to them that aliens were real (none of which were the standard 'pokemon that is probably an alien' like Clefairy or Elgyem, it was always stuff like Variant Palafin or, like, Yamask).
... Does anyone else have this problem where your dreams are weirdly good at constructing strangely fleshed-out jokes? Does this mean anything, in a Freudian sense?