I dreamt there was a dragon's egg in the middle of the floor. In the dream, this was an unusual and exceedingly rare thing. Yet, here it was, in a building with us. It should have been in the middle of a mythical forest! There is a man there who wants to crack open the egg. I suppose he is impatient and can't resist seeing what is concealed inside. It is after all, such a rare thing to behold. No one has ever seen such a mythical creature. I remember opposing this man's desire to break it open. He does it anyway. All he cares about are his own immediate needs and wants. As he cracks open the egg I had uncharitable thoughts about men in general, especially men like him. I recall thinking it was "just like a man" to disturb nature, to interfere, to attempt to dominate it, to be impatient and selfish, to think only of his immediate wants and desires and to act upon it without considering the effects on another. Not that all men are this way, but let's face it, a large portion of them tend to be more aggressive, insensitive, impatient, self-centered, go after what they want without questioning it. My thoughts were filled with these sentiments about this type of man as I watched him kick and wack the egg. I believe he eventually wielded an ax to it. It became damaged with a large devastating crack. The shell could no longer hold together. I remember thinking he shouldn't have done that, that he was a fool, that this is typical of men, and that there would be terrible consequences to come from this. An unborn dragon is a rare and special thing. It should be treated carefully. The dragon was not ready to be born yet. Plus it should never have emerged in this man made environment. It wasn't right. Well, as I feared this enormous dragon emerged from the egg, flying off and swooping back. Creating havoc in a city. It shouldn't have been forced to learn to fly amongst buildings and skyscrapers. It didn't have room. It wasn't safe. It wasn't strong enough to fly properly. It was dangerous. For the dragon and the people. Everyone scattered to take cover as it swooped all over the place, learning to fly, not understanding this man made environment it found itself in. It was a dangerous situation for people. Yet, I also kept feeling this was the fault of foolish impatient men who didn't respect another creature or the natural process. Wouldn't allow nature to develop in its own time in its own way. The poor thing should have been born in its own time, far from men, free..in open spaces. Now, as a result of this man's actions, the dragon AND the people's lives were at risk. It was a dangerous situation that never needed to happen. Careless, impatient, stupid. "Look what you have brought upon on us," I wanted to reprimand this man, but he'd already run for cover at the first backlash attack. Now it was the city's problem. Everyone, including myself had to duck for cover to evade injury due to one man's selfish impatience. I just kept thinking "This never should have happened." Followed by uncharitable thoughts that this is what men do, this is how they behave, it always goes this way when they are involved. They act for themselves and muck things up for the environment, for nature, and ultimately for all the rest of us.