Sitting in the Darkness

I am sitting in a straight backed chair in a room that is completely dark.  It is a dark that cannot be penetrated.  It is inky and complete.  I don't know for certain but believe that there are no doors, no windows, but somehow I have enough air and that is not a concern for me as I sit here.The same way I know that there are no doors or windows, I am sure that the walls are made of glass.  It is what is beyond those walls that frightens me.  I feel like the next layer beyond the inky blackness and glass walls is made up of red, swirling demons akin to a Chinese drawing of dragons.  They swirl around weightless beyond the glass waiting to for me to move so that they can move through the glass and rip me apart.  I hear the boys laughing and playing then, just beyond the dragons.  But they don't seem to notice the dragons moving about.  Are we in a basement or are we in a field with flowers and sunshine where my cube is anchored in a meadow?  I can't quite decide.  Only then do I start to feel the urge to move and warn the boys.  The largest dragon stops in front of me outside the glass and faces me speaking to me in Irish.  I completely understand him when he tells me that . . . .  (I woke up).

I dreamed this last night and woke up to the rain on my roof.  Usually a sound I love.  Today after my dream it seemed foreboding.  I've looked up what the dream could mean and in a nutshell my subconscious is telling me that I need to keep my temper in check or I could loose what I love more than anything.  That if I will let myself let go happiness lies in wait for me but I have to work through my wanting to control my environment.