The first I met the dragon

I saw Pete’s Dragon waddling down the middle of a deserted stretch of highway in the darkness of the night.
I had nothing on me but a flashlight, and there he was, his cartoonish colors reflecting the light of the beam. He was turned toward me, and I blinked in disbelief. His bulbous lower half, and pitiful little bat like wings were a very uncommon sight along these highways. Along any highway I might add. 
 
He was smiling, and waved me forward with his left hand. He said nothing, allowing his body language to speak for him. But what might that language be saying? 
 
Come this way
 
You are nuts
 
Dragons are real, and I want to be your friend?
 
My jaw hit the ground along with my flashlight. I scrambled for it and shone it back on Pete. He was way further ahead and still waving me to follow. I rubbed my eyes, knowing this action would do nothing to make it any less real. 
 
“What do you want?” I called out after him, hoping for some extraordinary answer.
 
“Find the Dragon” He said just before he drifted out of sight.
 
Those words rattled around in my head, causing a million questions to join the party. 
It is different if a crow just comes up and speaks, crows do not speak words but they do send images, they bring up memories, and they can present me with a relevant emotion or feeling.  I am left with an impression, like a dream... but clearer, because it has more meaning and purpose. 
Find the dragon... How? It is not even a real creature. Dragons are completely mythical. Yet so is Puff and I just saw him! What a way to scramble my brain!  If I were to have run up and touched that dragon, I think it would have disappeared like a rainbow. 
 
No fossil records of a single dragon have been found, yet they exist in stories and legends of every single culture on earth. I wondered if there are any fossils of butterflies. 
There probably is
 
There are definitely no fossil records of rainbows...
 
Or clouds...