Dreams 6

Okay, so a whole bunch of stuff happened before this part of the dream, but i don't remember it clearly enough to write about it. at some point i began to draw this rudimentary dragon/phoenix combo in pencil on an index card. It had a crescent shaped head, and it took up about 1/3 of the card. i began drawing energy waves coming off of it, somehow circling around the index card to do so, almost as if i were floating. Then, in the way of dream transitions, all my circling and floating strangely turned the paper into a big pond about a 1/2 acre in size, with really dark water and black, algae infused rocks. Keep in mind that i'm still floating and circling, and drawing but not drawing? So a really thick fog forms up in my pond, really dense and covering everything but the tips of a few of the tallest rocks. It's beautiful, i feel like i'm in the clouds looking down on zen mountains. So i retreat to the corner of the pond with the idea to take a picture before the fog burns off, but as if my thoughts controlled the world (which they do) the fog burns off before i can take a pic. i do a leaping glide (which is my main dream-flying style) diagonally across the pond, my hand touching down on a slimy rock halfway, and eventually landing on my stomach in the shallows of the pond with gritty sand under me. i get up, and a little gray crocodile tries to chase me down, but i fake him out and head up these wooden stairs to a patio that looks suspiciously like my grandparents old house, and then i wake up......