Jerrar welcomed the dream. It was no nightmare, but neither was it a grand fantasy. Jerrar was running through a field of melons, melons that just grew out to the horizon in all directions. Jerrar seemed to be extremely agile and avoid stepping on any melon, no matter how close they grew, and he was proud of this ability.  Jerrar ran a certain direction, as if he had run across a certain path many times, he seemed to know where he was going. Soon the air elder came into view.  He was pushing melons up with bursts of air and watching them float there. Jarrar passed him and smiled. He then passed the water elder who was making the water in the melons glow and the sight was spectacular. Jerrar leaped over the glowing melons and time slowed allowing him to watch the water pulse with light as if it were an orchestra. He smiled at the water elder then landed softly. Next came the earth elder, the little crazy serpentine geezer was covering melons in dirt for no reason and he waved at Jerrar she he sprinted past. Then came the fire elder. Jerrar could not make out her face, but all he saw was a blaze of red and a burst of friendly fire that enveloped the melons and roasted them into delicious creations. He jumped through the flames and kept going, towards a mostly translucent figure. It was what he imagined the spirit elder to be, wise and all knowing, almost immortal. He felt an air of cold envelope him as he passed by the spirit elder. Jerrar made his way to the top of a slight hill to great the dark figure of a time dragon. Without control Jerrar leaped directly into the darkness and was pulled through what may have been Jerrar's version of a time leap. Suddenly it was all grey and red. Red bubbling volcanoes, grey ash filled sky, and cracked lifeless ground. Jarrar gasped and the dream disappeared. After that he slept without another dream to comfort nor disturb his slumber.