Vinnie quietly processed this. He wasn't an expert on symbology or dreams, but the fact that Bulba had an invisible wall in his subconscious was rather telling. In his head, the Garden was somewhere he wasn't allowed to go, at least without Vinnie.

The Venusaur's expression may have softened sadly. A dream was just a dream, but it that didn't change the feelings that were seeded in the mind any less real. Even if the Ivysaur didn't sound keen on describing it in depth, this was what Bulba lived with in his mind. This was a thought he held onto tightly enough to live in at night.

Vinnie put his arms around the other's shoulders, letting them rest there in a loose hug. There was an ending to this story, one that Bulba had trouble forcing out of his mouth, and it was only right that the Venusaur listened to it with the weight it deserved.

"Okay. So this was Sprout Tower, right? What happened there?"