I am looking forward to hopefully completing some drawings of fantasy worlds, one being of a dream about a dragon I had one morning about a year ago. The dream was very interesting, as it had a lot of meaning in it. This was my dream:
A spell had been cast on every living being on the earth. All animals and humans had been under the spell for thousands of years. It was a spell that put everyone to sleep. In their ignorance, they mindlessly roamed about the earth with no sense of purpose.
I alone had the power to break the spell. I chanted a couple of words and all of a sudden, all living things awakened and came to their senses. Then I heard a loud rumbling sound and remembered something frightening. Inside a white mountain lived a dragon who had slept for the thousands of years that the spell was in effect. He was now awakening and I was scared.
I then found myself on top of the snowy mountain. As the dragon arose out of the peak, I stood on it's head, on which there was one crystal horn. I fell off the dragon and he began flying around madly, destroying everything in his path.
I was back in my junior high cafeteria sitting at the lunch table with my old friends, as well as my closest friend and some others who I met in high school. There were about thirty of us, and we were the only humans left on the planet. I had to protect them from the dragon, so I ran with them, trying to find a safe hiding place.
The dragon could not be fooled and knew exactly where I was at all times. He was invincible. I picked up a sword and began stabbing him multiple times, but he wouldn't even be harmed one bit. He felt no pain and did not lose any strength. As I was fighting and feeling that the battle was hopeless, it occurred to me that dragon had not killed anyone, nor was he trying to kill me. I realized he may not have been violent after all.
Then I woke up.