Dragon Dreams
I usually don't remember dreams in much detail if at all. I usually don't remember much in the way of "cool" dreams. But this one was actually still vivid with me upon waking, and thinking through it helped me remember...
So a group of people was exploring a jungle that felt like a backdrop from an Uncharted game. The guy who struck me as the hero/lead of the group was talking to the others in a little canyon below a waterfall about how they had not found what they were looking for in the ruins in the area. About that time, the noticed a constructed wall behind part of the waterfall and they climbed up. The construction had sort of a South American pyramid feel to it, though it wasn't a pyramid. The hero had to squeeze through one section to get inside and the other guy in the group tried, but couldn't fit.
At about this point, the second guy became sort of my avatar in the dream, scooting back to let the others go in - our "hero" and two women. I saw them entering the room beyond from more a cinematic point of view even though my "self" was outside. The three edged forward in the poorly-lit, but not completely dark chamber that was far larger than they could see. There was the distinct impression that the "bad guy" was there, too. At this point, the comparison to Uncharted fell away and the setting solidified as fantasy, for one of the women - darker skinned and elf-eared - readied her bow and took a couple shots out into the darkness while talking quietly to the others. She was listening for the impacts to get a feel for the dimensions of the chamber.
And then the bad guy makes his appearance, striking the archer woman dead in an instant with no fanfare or flourish - so sudden it was like failing a saving throw on a Power Word: Kill spell or something.
My dream self, even though he shouldn't have seen what happened from outside, flew into an immediate, blinding fury. He/I roared and transformed into a full dragon form (though it struck me my "character" wasn't aware he was a dragon) and breathed fire that blasted a circular hole into the chamber, scattering stone - some of which was literally melted to liquid. I burst in and utterly trounced the bad guy, physically slamming him into the floor a couple times before taking on a scale-armored humanoid form. I held him by one hand and took the axe he had (short, but with a large, curved blade) in the other. I suddenly knew what the place was - a place other dragons had gone to hibernate in a sense, and this mage had been there siphoning their lives away to extend his own and give him power.
"If you want any chance to survive this, you'll restore the elven queen - soul and will - right now," I demanded. And he did so, speaking a spell that brought the fallen dark-skinned elf back to life. Then, however, he gave a short speech about being unable to fulfill his vengeance against dragonkind, and all but dared me to kill him anyway. Which I did without hesitation or remorse, pinning him to the stone with one dragon-strong hand, whispering a spell to negate any protections, and beheading him right there with his own axe.
We progressed into the next room where there were a great many dragon forms, dead and dessicated. A green light shown on a single egg - the last dragon left alive there. The elf went to the egg, which hatched a drake that seemed to bond with her in some way...
So a group of people was exploring a jungle that felt like a backdrop from an Uncharted game. The guy who struck me as the hero/lead of the group was talking to the others in a little canyon below a waterfall about how they had not found what they were looking for in the ruins in the area. About that time, the noticed a constructed wall behind part of the waterfall and they climbed up. The construction had sort of a South American pyramid feel to it, though it wasn't a pyramid. The hero had to squeeze through one section to get inside and the other guy in the group tried, but couldn't fit.
At about this point, the second guy became sort of my avatar in the dream, scooting back to let the others go in - our "hero" and two women. I saw them entering the room beyond from more a cinematic point of view even though my "self" was outside. The three edged forward in the poorly-lit, but not completely dark chamber that was far larger than they could see. There was the distinct impression that the "bad guy" was there, too. At this point, the comparison to Uncharted fell away and the setting solidified as fantasy, for one of the women - darker skinned and elf-eared - readied her bow and took a couple shots out into the darkness while talking quietly to the others. She was listening for the impacts to get a feel for the dimensions of the chamber.
And then the bad guy makes his appearance, striking the archer woman dead in an instant with no fanfare or flourish - so sudden it was like failing a saving throw on a Power Word: Kill spell or something.
My dream self, even though he shouldn't have seen what happened from outside, flew into an immediate, blinding fury. He/I roared and transformed into a full dragon form (though it struck me my "character" wasn't aware he was a dragon) and breathed fire that blasted a circular hole into the chamber, scattering stone - some of which was literally melted to liquid. I burst in and utterly trounced the bad guy, physically slamming him into the floor a couple times before taking on a scale-armored humanoid form. I held him by one hand and took the axe he had (short, but with a large, curved blade) in the other. I suddenly knew what the place was - a place other dragons had gone to hibernate in a sense, and this mage had been there siphoning their lives away to extend his own and give him power.
"If you want any chance to survive this, you'll restore the elven queen - soul and will - right now," I demanded. And he did so, speaking a spell that brought the fallen dark-skinned elf back to life. Then, however, he gave a short speech about being unable to fulfill his vengeance against dragonkind, and all but dared me to kill him anyway. Which I did without hesitation or remorse, pinning him to the stone with one dragon-strong hand, whispering a spell to negate any protections, and beheading him right there with his own axe.
We progressed into the next room where there were a great many dragon forms, dead and dessicated. A green light shown on a single egg - the last dragon left alive there. The elf went to the egg, which hatched a drake that seemed to bond with her in some way...
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