Last night I was a criminal. I had done something; something I don't remember, but something that wasn't that bad. I was around the area where my old elementary school was, which is within sight of where I live now, only the trees which had stretched in a thin line between here and there were still there, not bulldozed like they are in the waking world. I was running. What I had done was right, but there was a police officer after me.
I shot him.
I was to go to a woman's correctional facility; but though being a prison in the "people aren't leaving here" sense of the term, it was more like a rehabilitation or permanent psychiatric group home type place. There were no bars, instead, plain rooms with doors and doorknobs. Everyone seemed fairly young, in their 20s.
There was rumor of a woman there who was a criminal in the grand sense of the word, having killed many and was generally a very scary person.
There was a guy in charge of the place, he was long faced and white haired and nearly bald, a very creepy and strict guy. He didn't like us, any of us; he had no interest in us as people though perhaps more insidious ideas ran through his head.
I met the scary woman who was the serial killer. She wasn't scary at all... in fact, she was amazing. She'd done things but all had been misinterpreted and like me, she'd had no choice in the matter. Her reputation was merely rumor, but it helped her get along in such places.
The dream was long and disjointed, but there was a point where I was no longer a criminal, not even a human, but my Dragon-self.
There was a threat to us all, a long threat that spanned generations, but this time we were ready when it came again.
In an effort to hide, we abandoned the forests of our home and went underground, where there was a lava stream beneath us. The greatest danger was one of our enemies was a Dragon; and hopefully, he couldn't sense us, or swim through the lava to get us. I had my doubts, but I kept quiet. We were in a great cavernous space, and moving forward. At this point it was clear that the people in my dream were people from stories I had worked on; Anthy, Galain, etc.
That's when one of our friends fell into a canyon, plummeting towards the magma. I jumped off the cliff without a thought, wings tight to my sides, and caught him, in my mouth, around the waist, spreading my wings at the last moment to fly back up. Before I woke up, the last thing I was thinking was how much damage I had caused him with my teeth in an effort to save him.
