Time: Around 8-10am. After going back to sleep from using the bathroom.
Hundreds of people standing side by side forming a very large square on the concrete ground. There's a dragon in the middle of the square. It's running around the square breathing fire on the people but the people are not burning up. I am standing about a yards back. I'm with Chunkit. We hope on our dragon mounts. We soar through the sky. It is in the dark twilight hours; cloud and sky's painted in shades of purple and dark blue. The weather was so perfect I could take the skies. The air so pure, every breath was full.
I hear music; tunes that a piano produce. I fly to it. It's an upright piano out at yonder where the skies were orange. A familiar face was playing it. She stops and leaves. Someone else gets on for a few seconds and he leaves. I got on the piano. I have an audience in back of me. I play a song; it matched the twilight moment. I get off and hopped back on my mount. I take off flying. Soon I've become the dragon. I feel my wings and my face in the skies.
It was a really nice dream. I always like dreams where I am flying.
