Alright, I have been having these lucid dreams all over the place lately, and I decided why not share them with the few people that watch me. So, I will start with one of the first dreams I have had. These journals may come in bursts, so bear with me. This is told in the point of view of an anthro dragon.


Light rain padded the concrete under my feet, the cold drops stinging my skin. A torn hoodie was donned upon my form, but the massive amount of tears in them making the garment nearly useless. A bloody scimitar rested in my left hand, my other hand limp and lifeless. I made my way out of the storm, my wings pulled over my head. He was following me, and the trail of blood I was leaving was not helping. I slid into a covered alleyway, and dropped the scimitar. I analyzed my broken hand, and I saw that multiple bones were broken. I cursed under my breath and pressed myself against the wall as best I could. If he found me, I was as good as dead. He had crushed his hand with a sledgehammer, but before he could get another swing in, He was flying away. Nobody could kill him. He was just too strong. I heard footsteps clacking on the concrete not ten feet from me, and I smelled the blood-stained claws he carried. I pulled the scimitar up again, and I crept forward, pressed to the wall. I was now less than two feet from the beast. He took another cautious step, and then i moved. I twisted and sank the scimitar into his shoulder.




Then for some reason it ended. if yo uhave interpretations or comments, post them. the second one is a conitnuation of this.