I know I am dreaming. It is that kind of dream.

The Goddess wears a turquoise medieval style gown (the kind which has two cones at the top of the head).

She picks me up and dances with me. I am small and dressed in a long nightshirt pajama.

As we spin, I grow a little bigger. She spins me by holding by my hand.

A tune plays "The Tide is High... But I am holding on.."

She lets go of me. I twirl away.

I lean back against a bridge rail. Just like Debra Harry in a 'Blondie' album cover.

The bridge section moves slowly, but the Goddess spins quickly.

I know our orbits will meet again.

I wake up from the dream and stretch.

I twirl from where I stood to around front of her and stop with back leaning to her chest (palms held down against her and head turned so it rest on her).

Very much like that Debra Harry picture.

I allow myself minutes to enjoy this.

The dragon speaks directly in my head "You are adorable. That said. We are being watched."