As naruto slept that night he felt strange. As if something in his 'balance' in life was off. It wasn't that noticeable in a way that just anyone could notice. It was only because he was a jinchuriki that something felt strange, like there was a second inner room inside of his heart where the fox chakra emanated from. He couldn't explain it, but as he slept he dreamt he was in his inner world, or at least... It felt like a dream. And soon he found himself walking to a similar room to the one where he finds the fox, it was different though, this chakra he felt was almost seductive it was so different, yet, it felt nearly identical to the red chakra. As he slowly walked into the room he felt sleepy, oddly enough considering it was a dream, and he noticed... A person? There was someone standing in the center of the room. A man a women? He couldn't quite tell until he began to walk closer and closer to her in this strange new room and noticed... It was a girl. She was facing away from the entrance but as soon as he reached out and touched her shoulder to turn her he suddenly woke up, and in a cold sweat, feeling almost like he hasn't slept quite as long as a clock would suggest. He felt as if he had been awake, as if it all wasn't a dream... But what else could it have been? Naruto shook his head slowly to shake off the strange feeling as he sat up and slowly turned to look at Sakura and Saiyuri. He was happy they were alright, and felt they deserved some extra time to sleep, especially after they each drained so much energy just to help him, Saiyuri had done whatever made her oasis out to save naruto, and Sakura had carried Saiyuri home and stayed up to heal them both. So he slowly got out of bed, cringing only slightly at the pain in his chest which he realized was almost completely gone. Sakura had done a truly amazing job, and he slowly walked over to the window and gazed out at the cool morning sky for a while. Admiring the overcast sky, the cool morning mist, and savoring the brisk morning air as he thought on that strange 'dream' from the night before as he rested his forearms on the window sill and let his head go just out of the opened window as he enjoyed the morning and his own thoughts.