Council of old men dressed in red tunics with identically woody, old-british-politician-like faces with red cheeks and women’s voices. Testing a swimming/flying dragon with a new kind of generator inside an old, roofless convent half-full with water and watching everything from a calm little mountain oasis with bonsai trees and rustic stone bleachers while in the convent there’s actually a rave that started out as a regular hipster party but changed when ‘Genesis’ by Justice -the version from the album ‘Access All Arenas’- started playing, causing the lights to turn purple-ish and people to dance while walking inside the perimeter of the huge rectangular building and all of a sudden I’m watching this girl turn into a swimming/flying dragon with some kind of conical engines attached to her feet and I’m following her because I’m worried and I’m swimming just like her in the ~1.7 m deep water when the white spotlight focuses on me for a second too long -I’m scared of people recognizing me- and I turn into the center of attention, swimming and dancing around until I notice the conical engines on my feet and know I’m the dragon now so I calmly zoom out to the elders’ council where they see a dragon struggling against some trial enemies and it barely wins, it comes out half-destroyed but 7/8 elders say it’s a triumph and it should be told around the unspecified country and they should show their wives the spectacle because today they came with their genderless humanoid parrot companions and someone says ‘I’ll sell him a pack of his own’ with malevolence, implying revenge, which is completely out of context but seemed appropriate in the moment.