PossumDreams

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Boyfriend Rose

last night I had a dream where I was hanging out at my house which was getting repaired and then the repair people half demolished the place and ran off. Somehow that lead to me trick or treating, handing out candy, and then getting kicked out of my house and hanging out under a large bus stop in the rain with Leon from Pokemon SWSH and a couple other folks who are all headed to a big tournament.

I get to the tournament and Rose is there with Oleana. Oleana looks pissed when she spots me specifically but she pointed me out to Rose and he was thrilled. Apparently this was all predicted in some ancient text that I would be Rose's girlfriend, he'd fall for me and that would somehow cause his downfall, which Oleana was pissed about, because that's her fuckin' boss right there and they're like, best friends too.

Anyway Rose was super sweet, we hung out, he said it was cute that I kept blushing, and trying to refuse his overly generous gifts, hell he even gave me his personal cellphone because I didn't have one.

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Tol Noodle of the Opera

I had a dream last night that I was Erik, but sometimes I was a woman and all the time I wore a gorgeous black dress with lots of ruffled skirts, like a black toothpick stuck into an equally back snoball cake, it was elegant as fuck. I could fly, haunt, and tried to steal Christine from Raoul with gentle feminine charms but in the end we all ended up friends even though Christine was married or engaged to Raoul. Also it was Christmas. Christine found out she was pregnant, began panicking, and heart brokenly announced it to the members of the Opera house where I lived, which somehow got even more opulent than before. I was Male Erik again as soon as I shed the removable skirt to run faster. It felt like I wasn't running at all because no matter how fast I was the crowd was always three feet behind me.  When I finally made it to my room it was small, had gray-ish beige walls, soft carpeting, and a super cushiony, black, triangle shaped bed surrounded by piles of pillows on all sides. This is when I learned it was a semi-modern AU because I had a computer desk with computer to match. I had an old flip phone but it was one with a flip out keyboard, and read a text from Christine, panicking bout how she wasn't actually able to have babies because of a c-section gone wrong? Long story short I sent a supportive text but was super envious that it wasn't me having Raoul's baby because I had all the symptoms anyway. And then suddenly a lady was giving tours of my bedroom, like she was a whole tour guide, but I just wanted a fuckin' nap.

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Fatal Love

So last night I had a dream that I was running out from a Walmart with some friends, I think we'd just pulled off a heist or something? But we felt like cool criminal queens like Harley Quinn. I'm getting ready to get in my car and drive by home when someone says they saw someone get into my car, well I'm worried that it's the music producers we've been running from since we quit our contract, so I get my knife out and with bags in one hand and knife in the other I look into all the windows. No one's there. I look under the car and don't see anything either, but when I stand up straight again I see the shadow of what looks like Stitch from Lilo & Stitch in the parking sign.

Thinking Stitch is in my car really throws me off, and I look back up at top of my vehicle where the shadow would have been cast from. Standing on the roof of my car was one of those "off brand stitch" alien costumes from the Sims 4, only it had a properly proportioned head and body and was super fluffy. I approached despite people telling me not to and it began to ask me questions about wolves.

I answer them to the best of my ability but next thing I know we're in my car, which has the steering wheel on the wrong side like with british cars, and I know that it's too late, something tells me it's too late, and as I'm driving it too the place in town where wild wolves run around so that I can let the alien see, my head feels floaty on top, like i'm in control but I'm not quite my own....kind of like when a gentle teacher puts their hands over yours to teach you how to move your fingers, and you let your hand go limp in their's.

As we're driving I see flashes of myself being held in smaller sets of arms of this massive beast with legs 20 feet long that shake the Earth as it walks on its feet and fists, there's no car and I'm being held up against its chest. What remains of me at least. As it has given me this blissful feeling of being loved and cherished, welcomed and all around care for, it's stripped me down to my spinal column, my skull, which was a cow's for some reason, and a few hanging strips of what looked like nerve endings or meat, tough there weren't many of them.

I could see it's giant, pulsing, tube of a tongue jammed through the back of my skull and knew that was how it was controlling and feeding on me, but I was okay with it.

I only got one or two glimpses of that but I never stopped feeling the love and closeness as we traveled to see the wolves. When we got there we became in my eyes, which clearly weren't telling me the truth, two separate people, we looked the same as before except I had a cow skull for a head and spent most of my time beneath the beast for comfort, pressed against its chest and stomach even as we walked on two and sometimes four legs.

What we found when we got up close to the wolves was a group that had just come from church and were taking their 5 year old on her first run as a wolf, it was a sacred thing meant for the family of the newly changed wolf only and we'd interrupted it. The family grouped up around their daughter and apologized and backed off, which the alien didn't understand, so I explained it to him by sending him the feelings through my mind to him. This whole time he had possessed the ability to read my mind but didn't unless I wanted him to, we spoke verbally, sort of, but this could only be shared through emotions.

As we continued traveling along old railroad tracks a creeping sadness began to wash over me. I knew my time was coming to an end and the flashes of what remained of my body were getting more frequent, he knew too of course a when he'd drained me of everything useful I had, all my nutrients, meats, and energy, he let me go, but gave me the parting grace of living on as a different human, one with a cowskull face.

I ventured back to where we'd seen the wolves, a partially lit park area with some vending machines and benches, and sat there in the darkness, searching through my wallet for three one dollar bills so that I could buy some orange ice cream from one of the machines. I tried to continue on, not saying word, but I felt cold and afraid without my monster, like everything good in life had slid away from me.

Another younger monster disguised as an Indian boy of 11-12 tried to latch onto me like the first by asking me questions, but I just didn't feel the same connection so he couldn’t latch on and we ended up only talking which frustrated it, so it stole my wallet. Then I woke up.

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Sweetheart Criminal

I just woke up from a dream where I was Margot Robbie as a prisoner in the 30-40s, spunky and peppy like harley quinn but far more sane. I was in jail for killing my abusive husband but Morgan Freeman came by and busted me out. On the way to freedom in an open-top car, we met this cute girl who was a little house wife who's husband was an ass like mine and she was super repressed. Naturally I fell in love and became determined to break her free of her metaphorical chains.

We flirted playfully, giggled, and she looked up to me.

Morgan Freeman took us to this small town where no one would know us, and convinced his older motherly-type friend to let us into her consignment? store to pick out new clothes, because I, in my acting glory said "oh no! I just got this outfit and we're so close to a prison, people are going to think that I'm a criminal!" and put on a face of panic. Anyway we were working on getting new clothes when her boys spied on me looking at the lingerie and she got mad and huffy at me, but wouldn't let me put my top back on so I had to walk back to the main part of the tiny little store while covering my girls. At least I managed to hide my shiny prison bracelets and gun in my purse without my girly noticing.

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Undrgan

I just woke up from a dream where I could fly and, and I found a dead hawk in a tree protecting it's eggs so I thought, "if I'm not too late I can save these babies" so I went and tried to sneak them into someone's house, because it wasn't supposed to be known that I could fly. Well a highschool serial killer spotted me because she was scouting out her next kill and waiting for him to fall asleep.

We ended up talking a bit and became friends. I offered to help her get rid of her classmates who were staking out her main base because it was haunted but we got caught so we went from being in the woods to a department store with shelves that were basically two stories high, kind of like the back end of an IKEA.

Well dreams being what they are I was suddenly a young adult male, skittish, flighty, although I couldn't really fly in the department store, only climb and throw things, and notice I didn't say human.

Next thing I know my arms are being held down so I can't fly away while they figure out what this strange naked bird creature is, then I'm getting railed by a bunch of hot jocks and by the time I've escaped this forest turned department store, turned school cafeteria where the parents wanted me to supply fresh eggs for school lunches, the Military is after me.

They tried putting me into a labor camp with the students who all turned out to be criminals, and we were supposed to hand load boxes of ice into a non-refrigerated truck going to Australia (somehow). After I put down my small box of ice, I did what my people do best, made myself look small then snuck away with the other prisoners blocking folks' view while I was able to finally take off to freedom.

Let me be the first to tell you that nothing feels as good as flying through fresh free air after being held captive, no matter how brief the time or if the military is still shooting at you.

For this whole dream I wasn't able to caw and I found out why as my flock gathered around me from out of nowhere. I wasn't meant to caw, our breed honked like a Canadian goose, and my parents (I cannot stress this enough that they were not my real life parents so fuck off with that), were super sweet and sounded like they came from Wisconsin, and they were just thrilled to have me home as we honked our way back into the forest and into a roost that had been in our family for centuries.

You would think our proud honks would make us easier to find but they had some kind of magical properties and every time we honked it drove the military a few feet back, so they gave up.

Here in this roos is where I learned what our species was actually called. We were Undrgan, pronounced Undergone, and we descended from bison and buffalo with moose like antlers over thousands of years. Our roost even had little wood carvings of our ancestors, with each of their name and we talked about them like they were just grandparents and cousins.

When I was brought back into the safety of our camp proper and gathered in the meeting roost for people to discuss what had happened, an old upstart, apparently a famous Undrgan from our species' children's cartoons, singled me out in a really passive aggressive sort of way where he was like, "one of our naughty little chickens has been bred by humans" only he said it through implication and literally sticking his neck out and into my particular box.

He looked like Jim Carrey, wore a vibrant blue suit and was bald save for his giant orange mustache which looked like two paint brush tips. It was horrible and embarrassing because A. I had a massive crush on him and B. I just wanted to lay my eggs in the safety of my home nest and be done with the matter. At this point I should probably mention that both male and female Undrgans could lay eggs but the males are more fertile for some reason. And yes we saw the consumption or weaponization of eggs as barbaric, even the unfertilized ones.

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Oily Dragon boy

last night I had a ream that I was a young man with long white hair and fair skin, kind of like sesshomaru but not a dick and no markings. A friend of mine came up to me and began reading from a long sheet of paper (about legal pad size) and the next thing I know I'm a large, oily black serpent-like dragon, the thickness of an old oak tree or a whiskey barrel, and perhaps a few miles long, because as purple miasma spewed from my mouth in fury, and I searched for my tail end, I found that everywhere I went the floor was covered with my constantly moving body, which had a white belly and sparse white mane.

Eventually I found my tail in the parking lot, it ended in a point where the skin could peel back, revealing four points or flaps covered in rows and rows of teeth inside and out. When the...mouth? On my tail opened it spat yellow goo but I don't think that stuff did anything, so I crawled my head back into the store to see if the miasma had cleared. It had. And I began the hunt fr something to eat.

As I slithered and slid through the store, I twice met this group of adventurers, there were three of them. One wanted to slay me, one kind of wanted to slay me, and one wanted to spare me. the first time we met the two attacked me but didn't do any damage, still I slid away, a bit smaller than before.

When I found them a second time they chained me with iron chains to a frozen items display that sold pizzas, you know those open air ones like at walmart where you just reach in. Slowly I shrank, my body being sapped of it's power, and while the other two explored the store, the one who wanted me to live stuck around while my dragon body withered, and soon I was basically the burnt end of a match and was free of my shackles, and a human once more, being helped up off the ground by the sweet little mage who wanted me to live, and being wrapped in a black blanket made of what used to be my dragon body.

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High Queen Severa

I just woke up from an amazing nap where I dreamt I was part of a DnD LARP (I say DnD LARP because while it was a LARP, dice rolls were still involved) I was the Queen of a matriarchal kingdom instead of patriarchal and I was high queen, tall, elegant, and stoic with long black hair and fair skin. My name was Severa (like Severe but with an a at the end) and I wore a dark blue gown and black cloak.

We were in a sort of Viking/Nordic setting and the costumes were gorgeous.

After a Campaign where the king of the opposite kingdom and I snuck off to have an affair, we were attacked by werewolves and I was bitten (or we may have been attacked and then the affair) either way I ended up pregnant and a werewolf but I wasn't showing symptoms of either yet.

A tournament came up to see who would continue to rule the majority of the land between our competing kingdoms and I chose my champion, a powerful warrior woman who had been my champion for years. Only to have her come up with the flu and not be able to participate.

My replacement champion seemed to be winning up until the race where he lost by mere seconds. I watched with horror as he revealed he also lost our kingdom's prized gem, which each champion is trusted with during the competitions. With the rough red crystal lost our kingdom was allowed to be taken over by the other one and we were kicked out to live as peasants, though I held my head high as I was lead away with chains on my wrists, with my king, to a sort of prison where we would await our fates and, since I was starting to show signs of pregnancy and werewolfism I was going to have to tell him what happened.

being a wise and mighty Queen I began to think about what I could to use this child and the pack we'd be joining, to get our place in the kingdom back and make a new, kinder, home for werewolf kind.

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Phantom Surgery

I just had an amazing dream where I had to have serious spinal surgery so they stuck a special needle in my back with a pump for pain meds and when I came off anesthesia they wheeled me into a private theatre room where, as the patient recovers, they hold a special production that includes the patient.

The room they took me to had me sitting in a lovely leather couch while the Phantom of the Opera talked about me as his bride and kept saying how beautiful I was, and he'd get in close just to see me blush and smile, he even talked to The Persian about how the wedding would be perfect and I'd been measure for the gown thrice over. 

The best part was they filmed these experiences and cut the footage to really focus on you and the lead so you had something nice to remember it by when you left.

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Phantom Train

I just woke up from a super weird dream where I was on a train and I found some Beetlejuice and Phantom merch and when I was deciding what to get the two appeared, the Phantom was a gentleman but Beetlejuice was the grungy Michael Keaton version, anyway they wanted me to choose which one of them I was going to date and Beetlejuice tried to kidnap me but Erik made me a nice super fancy dinner and was soft spoken, shy, and charming.

Of course I chose Erik who was nothing but an exemplary gentleman who expected nothing of me. We went through the train to find the cashier so I could buy my pins and some socks I found. This train was so cool too, it was antique, made of wood, and hitched together where you had to go outside to walk between them, and most of the carts were living areas for Romani and costume carriages where antique dresses were hanging everywhere, it was amazing.

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Camp Sheldgoose of the Phantoms? (what do I even call this one???)

It started out as a danny phantom thing where I was secretly a new halfa at school and they invited me to hang out with them, but they seemed to be annoyed with how chill I was about being a half ghost.  We were hanging out on top of a tower that was accessed by climbing up the recycle/dirty tray shoots and I decided to let myself hang off the side by my fingers which annoyed them because a teacher was walking by and they didn't want to get caught hanging out up there.  I huffed but climbed up a nearby tree to get back up but on the way found some little trinkets I could use for magic, so I gathered them up.

The next thing I know it goes Camp Camp and we have to go on a trip into a camp where we were doing a scavenger hunt, meanwhile I'm collecting little bits and baubles from nature: beetles, little gems and jewels I find on the ground, things I can press between my fingers to make into gems, sticks I can turn to stone or gold.  It was a bunch of useful little things I stashed in my pockets along the way, using cracks in the Earth as molds when I wanted to make things.

Then, as I'm going through the woods, I spot one of the kids, it turns out to be a young Sheldgoose, we're rivals instantly because he's a tiny ass.  He runs to a cabin deep in the woods, it belongs to his family and he was going to use it to cheat by gathering up all the items, or maybe hiding out there.  When he went in something went wrong though, he was attacked by a blast of fire and scared, I had to drag him out of the literal line of fire before his HP, I'm not even kidding, reached 0, because he had 6 HP and each blast was taking out 4 health.

When I got him to safety we both agreed to get married when we were old enough, giving each other rings and having a mini, just between us, ceremony while we waited, then signed the marriage license/contract.  The next thing I know he's vanished though, and there are burnt bones arranged on the ground with a letter underneath that say "you'll see him again in four years when you'll be properly wed, but until then you must mourn your husband's loss and be forever wailing for him"  so I ran through the cabin trying to hide from the evil Sheldgoose, a relative of his that had gone crazy in the woods, and once I escaped I was a few years older and dressed in mourner's clothes. It turns out he was in some weird shaped dome where he was being tortured and I had to put on a special wet suit to try and rescue him, but I swear it was like something out of Baldi's Basics, I tried to follow the rules of the little minigame that popped up but I really didn’t have much luck.  And then I woke up.

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The Other School

I was walking down the halls of an underground maintenance corridor in my school because I'd heard legends about there being a hidden panel down there, no one knew where it lead to though or what id did.  I opened the panel once I found it and the next thing I knew I was walking down a ladder into a hall just like the hall I'd left.  I lifted up the ladder and began walking down the hall, it was a very specific order of steps I had to do: ten steps forward, ten to the left, ten to the right, ten back, and I had to say the word "Very" three times.  The next thing I knew I was in some strange classroom that looked like a science lab, with skeletons and blackboards containing various notes, including a set of framed and color coded mini chalk boards that had.....I think pictures of animals and people, icons basically, with numbers above them.

A girl came in, she could tell I was nervous and new, and she seemed a little off but totally cool, with long black hair and kind of pale skin; she explained to me that this classroom could turn into an Abattoir (Slaughterhouse) with the flip of the false wall the mane chalkboard was attached to.  Not long after that the other students and teacher came in, they said they'd go easy on me because I was a new face, and the lectures began, with lots of dark humor and bizarre allusions to murder, tons of them.  We had folders passed out to us that were in the shapes of old fashioned coffins and they were full of papers, and apparently also had a half inch thick book that was our SAT test.

The SAT test was really just an activity booklet, apparently the others had gone ahead and done theirs already before I even discovered the book.  My first few pages, which were the test, were all marked up with all kinds of red ink about how I didn't "solve the problems" and "they were so easy" and "the right answer is actually this" but it was all a super playful tongue and cheek way.

As I was going through the book, coloring other pages, this girl who first showed me around kept staring at me and telling me things like "I bet your blood tastes so sweet" and "you look so pretty" and even things like "I want to feel your bones break in my hands" She was obsessed with me and it was scry but no one else seemed to notice.  I was trying to ignore her but the crayons I was using kept breaking, even those twisty ones with the plastic casings.  Eventually class let out and I tried to get back to freedom by dong the steps in the corridor again but nothing happened, when I opened the hatch I just ended back up in the same classroom which was now empty.  And that's when I woke up.

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The Saga of Baby Whiskey

Last night I had a dream that I was some wild west cowboy in an apocalyptic future where there was super advanced tech but a lot of it was left to rot and we still used trains, really really cool and smooth riding trains.  I had on a poncho, cowboy hat, denim outfit, and boots, kind of like McCree but less beefy and I had both my arms.  I was scavenging for supplies and fighting off raiders when I came across this woman and we saved each other's lives by shooting people the other person didn't see coming and she told me she had a place we could hide out safely with some of her friends.

I'm skipping over a really cool battle with a guy named Franklin who worked in an extremely deadly amusement park populated by clown/punk hybrids who wanted blood.  He was dressed in rich, opulent purples on a crushed velvet suit, with a sparkling gold button up underneath and he had a massive purple pompadour that he could move at will, all of this in the middle of the desert!  His thing in battle was riding on giant spinning shurriken like on those shows where they pin someone to a wheel and spin them.

After we beat Franklin we jumped into a rail car where my new friend, I think her name was Ashley or Jessie, had been set up with a few friends of her own, an older gentleman cowboy who used to be a surgeon, and a half robot half sentient synthetic....nano goo butler.  Here's where things get weird; I told them I had a wife who died while she was pregnant and the cowboy gentleman talked about how he new a surgery that would save the baby and next thing I know i'm in a metal watering trough filled with water, shirt off, a robot's nano goo in their numbing me and monitoring our vitals, yes /our/ vitals.  This gentleman cowboy former surgeon had somehow gotten my wife's body, cut out her uterus, or maybe it was just the baby in it's amniotic sac, and was putting it in me.

I was now a seven months pregnant cowboy in the middle of a futuristic wild west apocalypse, and we were headed towards a baby farm to pick up the gentleman cowboy's horse which had been stolen from him by the evil over arching "government" of this world.  We got in to the first area and they treated it like "oh this is a place where civilians come to safely give birth, we have a 0% mortality rate!" and Jeff Goldblum was there was an assistant but I could tell the role he was playing was much bigger, he had this air of someone who /knows/, Even though he was mostly minding his own business and sipping from an obscenely large soda like you'd get at a gas stop.

As we delved deeper, sneaking around, we saw that the mothers to be were kept in these tiny rooms that were basically chambers, everything was sterile, white, and practically frozen.  I was starting to worry about my own baby because this place seemed comforting in a way that had my subconscious screaming it was a trap, but I kept my mouth shut.  The next thing I know we're meeting with Goldblum once again, he's a higher up tech this time, and he can see into my mind and recognizes that apparently I'm myself but my consciousness was put in a male body for the baby?  I can't explain that part.  I also can't explain what I saw next, he showed us to a cryo room where there were four small boxes, turns out they contained the first four offspring of some men from....I think they were now extinct species?  The company kept them in there so they'd never get any bigger which let the company harvest things from the babies to make whiskey.

Baby whiskey, they were making baby whiskey, whiskey made out of baby blood.  And don't even get me started on how we figured out this place was a baby farm to begin with, there were just a bunch of pregnant women outside the facility, different species like "Goron's" which in this dream were purple orc women with spiked ears that were supposed to be extinct. The discovery of baby whiskey, and watching Jeff and one of my friends drink a vial of it, which is how it was confirmed he was something else.

See the Baby Whiskey was apparently so potent that if a mortal drank more than a sip they would die, but homeboy drank an entire vial and only got drunk, the one of my friends that drank it was smart enough to only take a sip though. And that's when I woke up.

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I Dream of Dragons

okay so I had this dream where there was a bunch of people racing with anime style enthusiasm and hair, we were all running t this multilevel pool that had like, square tunnels leading up and down and hidden chambers, it was super cool.  There were adults supervising us, one of them being Vegeta who was wearing glasses where the lenses looked like clock faces and somehow spelt out Chronos, the name of his son.  As we jumped into the water we were all revealed to be dragons and this was a mating rite, the males and females fought to pin each other down and would fuck their eggs into the losing partner, everyone expected Chronos would get the drop on everyone else, and I mean /everyone/ expected it. We all knew how disappointed Vegeta would be if he didn't.  I got the drop on Chronos first though, he was vibrant blue with a yellow stripe down his face to tail and pinned against a wall.  We were all wingless by the way, guess it made it easier to move under water even though we weren't water dragons.  I egged him and from that point on we all managed to satisfy our broods with him, granted a few others were egged too. Once we were done with our little "breeding competition" we left the pool and returned home where the council of elder dragons was waiting for us.  While we were gone my father died, although everyone agreed it was likely a murder.  He was a large dragon, highly knowledgeable in the mysticism, customs, and magics of our peoples, having studied us for centuries.  He was a deep blue and purple mix with a faint iridescent shine.  I was solid white with faint lavender tip on parts of my body.  I went to his room and examined his things, as his child it was my right and duty to investigate his murder and while exploring his office I noticed something: the table made of ornately designed copper wire that formed into various dragon shapes and heads in a pattern that told our history, also had strange glowing purple markings. It seemed that I was the only one able to see them and in fact he left me a message warning me that I would be the only one able to see these markings and they would pass on the knowledge of our peoples to me as time went on.  Eventually I found a pen that would make similar markings to test and write back to him.  I gathered his belongings and sniffed things out but got no answers.  Eventually I rejoined the others and we discussed what to do and began exploring the mansion for further clues, we didn't find much but the stress of finding things like fruit next to dog food bowls with dead animals in it and the threat of being in an impending hunt caused most of us to loose our broods.  It was my job then to gather the ornately decorated eggs, which looked like someone had taken a henna pen to them, and crack them gently into a bowl full of water.  Although they looked like chicken eggs on the outside, the inside was mostly solid like jelly and they didn't technically need the shells except to protect from bacteria or sharp edges. Later we would have to cook them. I gathered the eggs into a bowl and as we were discussing a plan some humans barged in and we had to scatter, the strange thing was I could go etherial and exist on the same plane as the humans, but only the dragons would be able to see me.  I was in a middle world of sorts, the dragon elders sat back around their table and the younger dragons followed me around the mansion while I gathered info on the humans, and that's when I woke up.