My daughter is obsessed with dragons. She has built several LEGO dragon models from the company’s Elves series. The kits include parts for a dragon and some related scenery; she builds the dragon, the bags of scenery parts remain unopened. She has read countless books about dragons. While the show is too old for her, I have let her know of the dragons on Game of Thrones; the story fascinates her. She even dreams of dragons.
These beasts of fantasy and magic, dragons are impossible creatures imagined as having powers beyond those of mere humans. I am not sure how or why my daughter projects herself onto the dragons, but it is clear that she does. She wants to care for her LEGO dragons, mother them as other kids might care for a favorite stuffed animal. She takes them to restaurants to keep her company and sets out bowls of blueberries for them to eat. She is even writing an interesting story about them thank blows my mind.
What if our thoughts, our dreams, are received glimpses of other realities in some part of the multiverse? What if there is a place where dragons are real, a place that only a few can truly connect with? What if dragons are more than just a creation of a collective fear, stoked by Hollywood.
I think dragons are as real as my daughter believes them to be. Like most childish things the dragons will fade from her conscious mind soon enough. Right now, I want her to learn from them, as much as one can from introspection.
The dragon inside her is a fierce beast that wants to be loved. I hope I’m up to the task.