It popped open an eye and looked at me. Half of me was screaming, “What, exactly, do you think you’re doing, you idiot!” The other half was saying, “Yeah! That’s it! You tell that lazy D&D reject!”

For some stupid, unfathomable reason, I listened to the latter voice.

“Oh, good. You’re awake. Now, get the hell out of my way! I’m in a hurry!”

It opened both eyes, blinked, and yawned. I am so glad that it’s not possible to puke in astral space, because i would have. What did this thing do? Pop into the real world and eat roadkill skunk 24/7?!

It leaned in close and sniffed me. I had been standing right in front of it for a good two minutes, and now I chose to notice it’s teeth. It’s large, sharp, pointy, set-phasers-on-puree teeth.

Oh, this should be interesting, it said. Well, thought. Dragons communicate through telepathy. Their snouts aren’t really built for speech. I think I’ll give you thirty seconds to come up with a good excuse for waking me before I decide to eat you.

Oh, yay. Lovely.