When Dragons Fly: A Legacy Transformed

Last night, I had this wild dream!
My ancestor, a figure from ancient tales, was riding a massive dragon.
It felt epic, like something from a fantasy movie.
The sky was dark and stormy, but they soared fearlessly.
Then came the twist!
Mid-flight, my ancestor transformed into a child.
Like what?!
The vibe completely shifted—innocence replaced wisdom in an instant.
It made me think about how our past shapes us and how the child within never really goes away.
Anyone else dream of their ancestors or ride dragons?
Would love to hear your thoughts on this magical experience!