I woke up startled. Man, that was a horrible horrible dream. Wait... where am I? I was lying in a burnt forest. How did I get here? I slowly got up. Okay, this was definitely strange. I wasn't anywhere near home. Where could I possibly be? Well, one thing is clear, I am in a forest. A forest that looks like it suffered a forest fire. I feel all hot. 

I stood up. I was still so confused. How could science explain this? I brush myself off of ash. I don't see any traces of fire, but based on the ash, it was recently burned down. What the heck just happened?

"This all seems very familiar." I say.

Wait... in my dream, I was flying and burning everything in sight, and now I'm lying in a forest? This can't be a coincidence. 

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll find a answer." I mutter pacing. 

"A dragon looks to be the source of this." A lumberjack said.

I turn. I see him cutting down the burnt trees.

"I'm sorry, did you say a dragon?" I ask. 

"Oh yes. Saw it with my own eyes. A dragon with scales as black as night and it's eyes scared the living day lights out of me." He said. 

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. Was that me? Am I the dragon?