Quickly wrote this one down just had it.

[MistressLex]

I just had this dream
I was going through a different house, looking at rooms showing some stranger or maybe a friend how if you do the right things yiu get to a haunted part of the house where all the ghost come out like old friends to greet and say hello, I move on into another area ans my father (who's ill and on oxygen) asks me to take him for to a place and go camping, so we do that it's night time and the sky is that dark navy blue on top where the moon is its a cooler brighter blue, only a couple stars to be scene.
we are sleeping outside with a blow up mattress and for some reason i manage to have his oxygen machince working cause it made me think we weren't to far away from the house but we were for sure on a desert type cliffside, because the trees werent right and the air was too dry. Something woke me up pulled me outta sleep and when I looked up I watched what I thought was a hawk... but gradually I realize ... it was massive... the size of a car as it passes under the moon I saw its feathers 🪶 they looked hawk like same colours lightly spotted.... but this thing was monstrous. It's head looked like it hard a peak of feathers ...inwoke my father because he is a hunter and figured he'd know what to make of it.... I grabbed my phone when he would t wake and took pictures capturing its size in comparison to the moon... and getting once brief close up of its face. My brain kept shifting between calling it thunderbird or griffin... but my sleepy father just ignored me to exhausted and continued to sleep. After taking the pictures as it came closer in the dream I passed out again and in real life I woke up.

 

[MistressLex]

I just had this dream.

I was walking through a different house, showing some stranger—or maybe a friend—how, if you do the right things, you can reach the haunted part of the house. That’s where all the ghosts come out, like old friends, just to greet you and say hello.

I moved on into another area, and my father (who's ill and on oxygen) asked me to take him somewhere—to go camping. So we did.

It was nighttime. The sky was that deep navy blue, almost black at the top, but lighter and cooler around the moon. Just a few stars scattered across it. We were sleeping outside on a blow-up mattress, and somehow I had his oxygen machine working. That made me think we weren’t too far from the house—but we definitely were. The trees weren’t right, and the air was too dry. It felt like a desert cliffside.

Something woke me—jerked me out of sleep.

I looked up and saw what I thought was a hawk... but then I realized it was massive. The size of a car. As it passed under the moon, I could see its feathers—hawk-like, same colors, lightly spotted. But this thing was monstrous. Its head had a crest of feathers like a peak.

I tried to wake my father—he’s a hunter, and I figured he’d know what to make of it. But he wouldn’t wake. So I grabbed my phone and started taking pictures, trying to capture its size compared to the moon. I even got a brief close-up of its face.

My brain kept flipping between calling it a Thunderbird or a Griffin. But my father was too exhausted. He just mumbled something and went back to sleep.

As the creature drew closer, I blacked out in the dream.
And in real life, that’s when I woke up.

(Tidied up the writing lol cause sleepy typing, but leaving the orginal.)