Simba thought for a moment.

I'll bet my father can help more than Nala.

And, so, he slowly got up onto his paws and headed out onto the plains.

''Father? Father, please. Please come...I need guidence...help!''

Simba was growing very impatiant. Soon, the clouds formed together into a familiar face that Simba loved.

''Yes, my son?'' The wise king asked.

''I have had a-a-a nightmare father...about humans! What should I do-what does it mean?!''

''Simba, I am sorry to say that I cannot help you anymore than you can help yourself. Remember, a strong, wise lion will always stand up for himself. You are not only wise, but strong. I would say that the best advise I can give to you is to go back in that dream, and show that 'man' what your made of!''

And, with a chuckle, Mufasa was gone.

''Wise and strong? Yeah, right...thats me...''

Simba turned to head back into the den.