I had a dream, a wild vivid dream in which I was master to a young black dragon. Not the sweet rounded types you see now, but a lengthy ebony beast that came to me as a mount in a battle in which we were against horrid odds. For being a youth, his breath was powerful, igniting my foes in a stream of terror.
When I realized my power in that dream, and became lucid, we lost flight, crashing, diving into a dark sea, where I could see the flash of fire above and the like of battle falling down into the dark abyss around us. My companion swam to the surface, I still on his back, climbing up the sheer rock cliff and we took flight and returned to our place amongst my army.