Dog and fox
At about the same time the fox and I noticed a sudden, harsh stillness: the abrupt cessation of all natural ambience. I'd been chasing the fox through a field, and even the soft roar of wind through the tall grass had stopped. Nothing. The air died. We slowly made our way out of the grass, aware of one another, but unconcerned. Other animals had gathered. The environment had taken on a surreal quality, where your normal scene is suddenly missing something intrinsic: sky, color, motion.
And then a sound, far off, high, alien. We look up to see, above the treeline, a dragon. It is bright gold in color, magnificent, almost Oriental, very beautiful. He is very high up, twisting, lithe. He arcs slowly towards us, gently descends...builds up speed. He is going to buzz the clearing. He grows enormous with his approach, which is utterly silent...now a low, very strong shhhh is heard, as he levels off - we dive, hit the ground, tumble in his wake as he skims the ground, barely a foot above us.
Dreams
I was a dog, one of the huge, powerful kind, maybe an Alaskan Malamute, or Husky. I needed to catch a fox and some other animal, they needed to be punished for some indiscretion or other. The one animal took off to the right, and I stayed on the fox. The overwhelming sensation I had was that I didn't really want to catch him - doling out punishment wasn't to my taste, exactly. So I held back a little, almost catching him, for quite some time.