Last nights dream involved a high rise hotel with a coiled cobra the size of a semi truck hovering 2/3 up the lakeside of the building. Someone flew a dragon up to it and the dragon sniffed it. It did not flinch. The dragon bit the larger snake’s neck. It did not writhe or hiss or fight. It morphed into a black tar horse and pulled the dragon down with its weight. The mangled corpse was a Phoenix. Its blood red feathers felt like fur. I don’t know why they pulled it down. It wasn’t doing any harm. Someone labeled it an ominous sign I guess.