So I’m standing in the middle of nowhere and it’s frozen snow as far as they eye can see.
I’m becoming lucid at this point, which is probably why my recall begins to clear here. I’m not cold, I smile, I must be dreaming. I try to do some maths in my head, stay aware. I manage to add up some easy numbers and I think ‘good that means I can bring the…’ no no no, I shake my head. Trying to focus and remember what I decided to do in my dream, I run my fingers through the snow, it feels cool and pleasant.
I try and pull out my gun from behind my back. At first it’s not the right one, so I sigh and try again. My great gold gun finally materializes. I summon an empty bullet and look through it at the dreamscape.
“This shell shall contain the power of a frozen universe. Spirits of ice and death.” I say as everything around me begins breaking. I look at the bullet, it’s glasslike body swirling with icy energy. ‘The next time I pull you out’ I think, loading the bullet into my gun ‘you will freeze a sun’. I visualize it several times and almost lose control of the dream but soon I’m far away and standing in green nature.
I rub my hands together, trying to feel out my mind to get an idea of how long I have. I feel like I’m sleeping deeply, I’m guessing I’m in my second REM. I try not to get too excited, it’s a very clear and strong LD. I’m happy.
I turn around expecting a cave but thee is none. There is an open plain with a burning pyre and a large gold dragon curled up around it. I wanted a dragon in a cave but I got it half right. I couldn’t remember then as I dreamed about the pool but I did try to get the cave.
I approach carefully, noting that I’m wearing only some regular clothes. I feel the grass on my bare feet and smile again. LDs are so nice. I try not to get too annoyed at how much I’ve lost not trying hard to LD for so long.
“Darryl?” I call quite softly, cursing internally about forgetting the exact name of the dragon. “Darrin?”
—switching to past tense, my notes I took this morning end here—
The big dragon lifted his head up. his scales were golden, not yellow like skyglide had said, but he responded to the name. I’d say size wize his body was around 7 feet without neck extended and the length then proportional to that.
“Hello little nightmare king” he said with a soft yet powerful voice. His head looked strong and scaled yet gentle.
I froze then for a second.
“What do you mean?” I asked, still rubbing my hands together occasionally.
The dragon chuckled. “Ah, you told me this might happen.”
I smiled, enjoying the implication. “So we’ve talked already, and I just forgot?”
“We’ve talked twice before and this is the first time you forgot.”
“Did I say I was a nightmare king?”
Darrin rolled on to his back and made a smoke ring. I saw some DCs walking about in the distance.
“No no, you said they called you that once. I found it funny.”
“They did call me that once, long long ago. I’m sorry I don’t want to bore you telling you things twice.”
“You told me you liked me, because I didn’t act odd after a long conversation, like so many other ‘dream characters’. I’m special.”
“I’m sorry I forgot. I’m excited, because I hope that actually happened.” I said and noticed the dreamscape had changed to the inside of a cave while I watched the fire.
“It did happen, I’m sad you forgot. I like it here, you said it was the Owl Kingdom.”
“It could be, did you see any men on flying machines?”
“I did!” Darrin said and sat up. “Their machines are gold, you never told me that.”
“And I thought you were supposed to be yellow.” I said, leaning back against the rock wall. “I just remembered I used to have a little purple dragon friend but I forgot his name.”
“I am yellow.”
I don’t remember the rest, I talked to the dragon some more then flew out the cave, the dream fades into non lucidity.
EDIT: I forgot to ask his real name! Still I thought pretty cool dream.