dreamlog 032715

[thebrokenarrows]

should mention my dream. was really more like a scene, that's all i can remember. but the significant thing is that i was there and, unusually, not human. i was Dragon. first time i can remember. still brass... when will i change into my summer copper? and Bird was there, human, afraid. i don't know by what, but we were surrounded by Bad Things. and i coiled my lanky body around her, putting myself between her and danger. holding her body in the crook of my wing, placing both my head and tail in front of the enemies. arching my back, hissing and screaming [in a metallic voice, almost reminiscent of the brassy trumpeting of a Pernese dragon, and i think that's fitting]. spitting from my mouth not fire, but sparks and hot coals of pure rage.

i don't know and i may never know what happened on this day but the things my mind can dream up make my dragonself rear up and SCREAM with righteous anger and vengeance. i will trample and burn anything that comes between me and my loved ones. my charges. they are under my protection.