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As I've stated before in a different post... Many times I've dreamt about a black dragon, which falls back into the shadows... This dragon never seems malicious, nor is it benevolent... It's somewhere in between, doing what it wants, when it wants, but the one thing it never misses, is saving me when I'm in trouble... Doesn't matter if it's in the dream world or the waking world. I catch this dragon in my peripheral vision, often during tests or when I'm in a fight or argument. Hell, it's there right now, seeing as I'm talking about it. Any time I move my eyes to actually LOOK at it, or try to turn my head so that I can see it, it vanishes, but it's there.

But that's not the point of this thread.

A couple of weeks ago, I had another dream about this dragon... Not uncommon, but what was weird was that there was also a white dragon in this dream... There've been red dragons, blue dragons, other black dragons, but never light, bright, or cheery colors... Always a blood-like red, or a dull, gray blue... Never white or anything like that.

What was even more odd... Was that this white dragon was malevolent. Usually you see black as malevolent and white as benevolent.

And in my dream... The white dragon attacked me. Or lunged at me, jaw open, to attack me. The black dragon, though, lunged at it, sending it flying into a wall or something. I think we were in a cave.

Apparently, the white dragon realized it couldn't attack me without going through the black dragon... So it lunged for my guardian when it regained balance. Upon impulse, or maybe feeling as though I owed the black dragon something, I rushed between the two dragons.

I don't know what happened, but there was fire, or ice... Or a mixture of both... (I find that they both fall into my elements, by western zodiac: fire; and by dreamscape: ice) The white dragon was slammed back into the same wall, and I fell back onto the paw of the black dragon, clutching my left arm. Then I blacked out or something, and woke up.

What was REALLY weird, though, was that I remembered each little detail of it (except where we were, considering the darkness... I still think it was a cave of some sort), and that I had a scratch on my arm. In my dream, I had a deep cut on my arm, so I would assume that my dream world affected my real world a little...

My first assumption as to how I got the scratch, though, was that a cat had gotten in. Then I remembered my door had been closed all night. How would the cats get in? Next assumption, one of the rats had gotten loose. Their cage was closed and all four were accounted for. Then I assumed I'd fallen asleep with my book in my lap. It was under my dresser, closed. All the metal in my bed was covered, or rounded off. There was no way I could've scratched my arm on it. My bedside table was too far away, and even when I tried scratching my arm along the edge of it, I didn't get the same effect. It didn't leave more than an impression, no matter how hard I tried to re-create it. I couldn't figure it out.

Any ideas? Comments? Anything?

Sometimes its amazing to see him, other times not so amazing. He can be annoying sometimes, because I see him lingering there when I don't really need help... Though it is kind of reassuring.

And for your second point, good. I mean, it's not good that people get hurt due to dreams, but I'm glad I'm not the only one. That would freak me out.