I fell in love with a dragon

Last night I dreamt that I fell in love with a dragon. I went to his place, and the apartment complex was perfect, but his apartment wasn’t designed for humans – it was designed for dragons who fly. The ceilings were 5 levels high, as were the counters. I was falling from the counter, and as I slid down its side, I told him that he would have to catch me. He watched, without words, and I was scared that he was unaware of the dangers of such heights for someone who can’t fly, but I had faith that he would catch me before I reached the bottom.

On the floor of the place we looked at the bed. It was a queen-size bed made of glass, and we discussed making it more comfortable.

Sometimes we fall in love and emotion is the only thing that’s perfect. Illogical emotion… it’s a little fucked but I’d be only 2/3 of a person without it.