I like to imagine my dragon awakening as suddenly going "oh shit" and then immediately tfing into an egg that immediately hatches into a VERY confused looking little red dragon. That is absolutely what it felt like.
I would absolutely poke my newly behorned head out of my egg and immediately say "bro what the fuck was that". That is an essence of andi mental image.
Somewhere in my deepest heart I suddenly Know What I Am.
My eyes widen, the shock of the realization hits me, before my pupils thin to reptilian slits for the shortest of moments before I am sucked inwards, collapsing into a singularity of potential and truth.
The world goes black, but I remain. I rouse as if from a long slumber, seeing only the faintest light filtering into the sudden enclosure I had found myself in.
Somehow, I know to headbutt it. I feel the impact upon something other than my scalp; something extending from it, as if I was wearing a regal crown.
One hit. Two. And on the third, the enclosure - the shell - around me gives way.
Light spills in, blinding. I gasp for air, and find the world greets me with a symphony of new scents, as I clamber outwards. It's overwhelming; I shut my eyes, for a moment. There's something upon my back; something yearning to be stretched, unfurled. And thus, I do so, the realization of the fact I now posses extra limbs only vaguely starting to dawn on me. I feel the air upon them, refreshing and soothing.
I take deep breaths into new lungs. Slowly, I open my eyes, feeling and seeing a second pair of transparent eyelids retreating just behind the pair I was more used to. It's all so... different. I seem to have hatched from an egg, one lying in a pile of familiar looking clothes. And within my heart, I feel the beginning embers of a mighty flame, and a raw, reality warping power coursing through my very being.
Only slowly does my rational mind start trying to put words to what just happened, to what I now am, or perhaps always had been.
But through a lengthened snout, sharp teeth, and forked tongue, one phrase spills from my throat, reflexively. A reaction to impossible change, to my very conception of self being shattered.
"Bro, what the fuck was that?"