Dreaming

I have a statue, it is of a silver dragon. My family is poor and every cent helps, I don't know why I've held onto the statue for this long. I see a tent that looks as if it was taken from a carnival. I walk into it, it is massive on the inside with shelves lined with all sorts of exquisite pieces in all manner of metallic colors from steel blue to polished gold. There is a tall woman in flowing black robes with long black hair at a desk who greets me. I walk up to her and ask. "Do you buy as well as sell?" She simply nods. I present the silver dragon. I ask how much she would offer for it, she smiles in a sinister fashion.
"That depends on how much it sells for. You see we only buy items if someone buys them off of our shelves then we give the person who gave it to us seventy-five percent of what we got for it." I look around.
"We?" A small gnome-like creature about half my height steps out from underneath her robes. It sneers at me. I offer the dragon again. She accepts it and instructs me to come back next week. Everything fades to black.
I don't know how long it has been but for some reason I go back to the tent with a desperate need to have the dragon back. I walk in and the gnome is there to greet me with a glare. "I would like my dragon back." There is something that looks like fear in the creature's eyes. It gestures for me to follow it. I follow it to the back of the tent where I see my dragon along with the most beautiful pieces I had seen in the tent. I reach out for my dragon and find myself unable to reach it. The robed woman appears behind me. "I want my dragon back." There is an edge of anger in my voice from being denied what I wanted so strongly.
"Surely we have something here that would be better than that old statue." There is a haze of panic on her voice, I don't know why but she is scared to give it back. "We'll pay you in full, seven thousand dollars " I repeat my statement. "Twelve thousand?" I repeat myself again. "Perhaps something more carnal." She looks at me through half lidded eyes and starts to lower the robes. I raise my hand, telling her to stop and repeat myself again. "Oh." She looks disappointed. "Then maybe a piece." She offers me several pieces, all armor or weaponry of some kind, the last thing she shows me is a beautiful sword with a silver handle and an amazingly crafted luminescent sapphire blade, it fills me with a longing that makes my heart hurt but I look back towards the dragon on the table and my resolve hardens I repeat myself again. I sit down in a chair in front of the table. She looks at me obviously frustrated. "Grog, take him away." My gaze hardens into an angry glare that seems to unnerve her as I clench the edge of the table and the gnome tries to drag me away, I don't move an inch. He hits me with something and I feel the life drain from my body but I never even for an instant let go of the table until he stops trying to pull. My body falls to the ground but I am still in the chair glaring at the woman who stares back terrified.
"I want my dragon." She shakily grabs it and hands it to me, I grab it with a now partially transparent hand, she is still trembling as I yank it from her fingers. I examine it; they've been trying to destroy it, the silver is tarnished and ruby red around its head, its eye's are a luminescent green that fades to a comforting blue as I calm down. I stand up and leave the tent. I know that I am dead and I know no amount of pleading or working can change that. I simply walk home, dragon in hand and watch my family through the years. Their financial situation changes quickly, they mourned me for a time but the dragon statue reminded them that I would always be watching over them. As I watched my mother and father grew old and die, my siblings all prove sterile and die of old age. I cannot leave the house, every time I walk outside I find myself in the living room again. No one moved into the house after they died. The dragon and my constant sorrow were my only companions through the years. I wanted terribly to get to the other side heaven or hell, whichever I was headed for. I tried for long years and never managed it, every time I gave up all I had to do to was look at the dragon again and my will would return. I stopped counting the years after a time but the world outside the windows had changed dramatically, where roads once ran there were fields of tall, golden grass. It comforted me to see it. I never once gave up on the other side I continued on until one day a voice broke the silence.
"You are the most stubborn being I have ever met." I looked up from my notes and standing there was the woman in black. "All this time and you still don't give up. Do you even remember your name." She was scolding me for my persistence, all of my previous anger with her was gone buried with the flow of time, I regarded her with the detachment of a monk. But she had raised a valid point; my name I wasn't even sure I remembered it, I remembered it meant something about rest but I couldn't remember the word, so I picked one that had always been my favorite.
"I-I a'mmmmm" My neglected voice struggled to form the words. "Grimmmmalllldoooo." She looked at me with an apologetic sorrow I finally see that her eyes are black. I still hated her but with none of the passion of the day her gnome had killed me.
"Well Grimmaldo, I am Abbadon and I have been sent to bring you home." She stroked the dragon statue on the muzzle and it growled uncurling from its place on the stand and crawled over to me growing as it walked until it stood over me. "Get on." She urged and despite my hatred of her I trusted her and climbed onto its back.
"Whhhy wwwwould you help me?" I finally regained control over my voice.
"Because you're the most stubborn thing I've ever met." The dragon flaps its wings once and I wake up.

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[Vicron]

I actually had this dream. could someone help me figure out what it means?