[ WP ] Turn your favorite/most vivid dream ( s ) into a detailed narrative

No one would answer the damn door. No matter how I hammered or howled or yowled at the windscreen. Inside my family ate dinner, while I struck at the door feverishly. The dining room was bright, so bright and blinding and I had been left out here and there was nothing I could do about it. Because they could n't hear me. Not because they were willfully deaf to my cries, but because I myself was was in the shroud of darkness. 
 
 Around me was some desolate crag, like an asteroid crater with lava pouring over into the various crevices. Smog rose like a haze, a noxious fume like rotten eggs wafting over to where I stood, back against the glass. A shape, ominous and black rose up out of the raining ash and twisted rock, hissing like a serpent. Great wings buffeted more of that rancid smell over to me, and now I wailed on the door like a mad-man, begging with a five-year-olds tears to please let me in. 
 
 My surprised grandmother came to the door, and upon seeing me with the dragon smiled. It was no more than I deserved. She went back to the bright dinner, and I more felt than saw the dragon descend. To snap me up in lifeless jaws, like a terrible fish. I woke up screaming.
