30 minutes. Unaccounted for. What did I do? My dream...

I was in a room. Similar to the lobby, only void of furniture and considerably smaller. Enough to seem small, not enough to make a claustrophobic Dragonite panic. I heard some faint music, not unlike 'jass.' Despite my movement around the room, the music didn't get louder or quieter. I sighed, wondering why my little radar dish was a 1690's hat, a short brim covering the top of my vision. SHORT, not those weird long feds. It wasn't long until I realised I was in a 'noir' setting. After all, most of the humen stories Davis told me were about those. Occasional sci-fi, horror- oh crap.

"Greetings!" My dream (which seemed impossible, since I never really dreamed) was pretty screwed up at this point. I was facing the back of the room, realising how most the doors were padlocked and chained, like some paranoid preacher just did an inspection. I shuddered, turning around to see... well, a Porygon. The other half of the lobby was now... er, I couldn't exactly describe it. Think of a low-resolution photo, with pixels with contrasting colours. The way he faced me was just shocking, as in he looked 2-dimensional, but ALWAYS faced me if I were to move around. Walls, ceiling and floors weren't the same, having those low-resolution photo pixels but not facing me, unlike the Porygon. 

"Er... eh- yes." I pretended as if I wasn't terrified. If anything, that could've caused a nightmare.

"My name is Visda-"

"OH GOD, VISTA!?" That didn't come from me. That came from... nowhere. We both looked around frantically looking for the source of the voice, before settling our eyes on each other.

"...okay. How about 'Miles?' Does that sound reasonable?" The Porygon asked. He bore a resemblance to Davis, with a scar covering his right leg - but Davis had a crack running from his back to his chest, originating from a circular wound on his back.

"Get to the point. I don't need a name, because I already know that's just a shoddy anagram for 'Davis.' This dream's covering what happened in the last 30 mi- God damn it." I couldn't spoil my dream any further. This was a memory I was reenacting (plus a dream), and anymore distractions from what possibly occurred would damage the reliability of my memory/dream.

"Huh? Whatever. I came here to protect-" He suddenly beeped, as if activating a censor. "-because of your outburst. You knew he was here. He was supposed to be with ME!"

"God damn it." I muttered, getting sunlight into my eye. Someone forgot to close the curtains again, apparently leaving it open to gaze at stars. "I wonder what the hell was all that for. Wiping my memory and making little sense." I said, rather quietly before rolling onto my back.