The Ice Dragon

Date: 7/22/2016

The dream started with myself skating on ice in somewhat of a tundra environment. I seen my friend Caleb Townsend skating as well, but he had a hockey stick and puck. I skated towards him to retrieve the puck and a stick appeared in my hands as I skated towards him. I intercepted the puck and played around with it. A number of other players joined and a game of keep away had started. I saw a hole in this loosely packed mound of shaved ice and shot the puck into it. I looked down the hole and saw a glowing object so I dug around until the entire mound started moving. I scurried to an area of the mound to where I thought it was safe. I climbed to the highest point. Until to my amazement, I was on top of a sleeping ice dragon that had been disturbed by my hockey shot. He shook all the loose ice off of him and I held on for dear life. He then proceeded to flap his crystalized wings and take lift off with me still atop his cranium. He tried to shake me off by performing impossible maneuvers in the sky, but my grip held strong. He strayed to give up on bucking me from his scaly ice back and started to meet my acquaintance. We flew back down to the ground and we met a dragon of similar size and appearance but of different gender. The dragon I was on didn't seem to know the other dragon so they sniffed each other's behinds just like dogs would. They hit it off pretty well until a third dragon came into the picture and he seemed very defensive of the female dragon. They proceeded to exchange blows and lashes until one of them was victorious. It was my dragon. I was awoken by a black nothingness and a sign written in red that stated "God is dead" (it may have been in blood). That is all I could remember.