I dreamed last night that I was with my husband, Steve, his mom and his sister in a big modern house with concrete walls and balconies. A severe storm was brewing. Everything was grey: the sky, the house, our moods. Earlier in the day I had heard a news report that there were multiple sightings of an airborne creature in the vicinity, but I hadn’t believed it. I stepped out onto the balcony, watching the storm clouds roll in. Then I noticed a face in the sky drawing closer. It was a grey dragon-head kite with yellow eyes and a skinny-whiskery mustache that flapped in the wind. By the time I called Steve, his mom and sister onto the balcony to share my discovery, the kite had fallen to the ground.