Here I am running through the wilderness, running around to locate all the main cities, when a dragon attacks me near some giant dragonborn altar. I at first attempt to deal some damage to it, but after receiving a ton of damage from his fire breathing and noticing how my arrows are doing absolutely minimal damage to it, I give up and go the way of the coward. I start running downhill, constantly healing myself as the dragon still manages to damage me a little with his fire breath while he is crawling on the ground. I run down a steep slope, being careful not to slide off and fall to my death. I am panicking. I run through a place called Labyrinth or something similar, south of Dawnstar I believe. I notice that the dragon's healthbar is somehow only half of what it was. I keep running, narrowly avoiding a bunch of nasty frost trolls and also a camp full of stormcloaks. I finally reach the safety of Dawnstar. I then fast travel back to Labyrinth. I go to the dragon's corpse, take the spoils from it, and then absorb the soul. Then I once again get chased by a troll all the way to the safety of the imperial camp nearby.

I got quite a thrill out of being chased by a dragon and then by a bunch of other enemies. I survived, and the dragon did not. I am the victor.

Anybody else have any similar experiences?

I don't believe I have had any experiences of the like but sounds fun.

I still don't know exactly how the dragon died. Fall damage? Either way, I'm not saddened.

A Dragon Priest at Shearpoint. Has a fireball staff or something, impossible to survive his attacks, so i just avoided them, waited until he fell down a slope, ran to get the Words and his treasure and left him being priestly all by himself

Live and let ...uh, unlive?