Merlin's Dream

When king Vortigern betrayed his people by letting in the Saxon enemy, he wanted to build a tower to hide himself.
But each night, the tower was swallowed by the earth.

The king’s magicians told him in their immense wisdom to sacrifice a child that had no human father.
Because Christ was not available anymore, they looked for another one of that kind, and they found little Emrys Merlin, the son of a nun and a demon.
But the toddler did mind being sacrificed, so in stead he told the king the real reason behind the Einstürzende Neubauten: under the tower there were two giant hollow rolling stones with sleeping dragons in them.

Once unearthed, they woke up and started to fight each other with a meanness that could only be the result of a bad night’s sleep.
Merlin explained this to the king: the Britons (the red dragon) fighting the Saxons (the white dragon), and loosing, thanks to your majesty’s treason.

In stead of killing the little bastard, the king fled in terror and was killed himself some time later.

The image of two dragons, intertwined in an endless struggle, always had a yin-yang-like quality for me.