Here be dragons

I'm in a city, it's as usual made of long houses interlocked with eachothers and very steep. I need to protect a small group of children from a man. I try to have them to run and get away, but they are too scared of stubborn to listen to me and I have to fight the man head on. I shapeshift into something quatripedal, with fangs and claws, attacking this man to keep him from snatching the kids. They run from me and I chase them into a house big enough to be a manor and scramble up some wooden stairs, shifting back and huddling in a corner between two dark rooms. I can see that one of them is a bedroom, with the single bed close enought to the half open door that I can see under it. I'm trembling all over, feeling both vindicated and hurt by the children's fear. My sister and a yound man find me here, and crouch to be on eye level with me, talking soothing nonsense.
The man take a halfstep to the left and a very strange insect crawls from behind him. It's a light, soft green color, and looks like a centiped the size of a small dog. On its head is a mass of feelers looking like ribbons or feathers, gently moving like algae in water. I'm both repulsed and fascinated by it, and I huddle a little closer to the wall when it advances. It stops before I get too inconfortable, and something grows out of it's back; it's butterfly wings, the same soft green color with a big eye-like spot and a long tail. It looks like a luna butterfly, and it's pretty, in a weird way.

I'm with my mother and sister, we're travelling and looking for a bird, a white phenix. My sister thinks it's a small thing, but I'm convinced it's bigger, like a swan. My mother gives me reason, and we see a crude drawing of it: it has a curved, yellow beak, long head feathers and golden trails in it's tail. We're walking around in a town with houses connecting to each others, some of them with public pathways going in the middle of them. I'm separated from my family and keep looking for the bird. I cross path with Michael, my novel character; he's dressed in a traveler garb, holding a backpack. We chat a little, a very tall, brown haired man joining us brefly, but I feel compelled to go, and Michael isn't the kind to linger anywhere. He gives me a sweet smile and goes on his way, into a forest at the end of the town. I wander into a older part of the place, the light is fading and the building are very dirty and mouldy, leaning over the street. I reach the end of the path; through a long, narrow window I can see a bright orange sun setting over the forest, miles and miles below me. It's breathtaking, and before thinking about it I flight myself off the path and into the void, but instead of falling I soar up on bright white wings.

I'm in a school. The walls are made of old stones with long, narrow windows; it's surrounded with pine trees, and it feels like it was a monastery before being converted to a school. I wander a little in it, going up some stairs and getting highter and highter. I reach a balcony overlooking the forest. Under it I can see the path going up to the school, running alongside a small stream separating it from the pine forest. On this balcony is a old woman. She walks in my face and start talking gibberish, cornering me to the edge of the balcony. I jump, extending my arms, and when I'm over the stream and almost on the floor my body change and I can flap my wings to land safely. In the water reflexion I can see that I was a bird of prey, a kind of hawk with the coloring of a snowy owl. I look up to the pines; they seems to go on forever in the sky, touching the grey clouds.

A flying dream. Haven't had one of those in a while.

I'm flying in a overcast sky, with green rolling hills under me. I'm flapping my arms but it feels wrong and clumsy. Slowly it's like my joints move and change, and I feels like my arms turned to wings, and I can feels the movement of the new joints and muscles, I soar up again, lifted by the wind. I reach a house on a bigger hill, with a circonvoluted garden full of nooks and cranies and tiny ponds and waterfalls. It starts raining and I fly inside before my wings turn back to arms. There's friends of mine in there, and I meet up with them. The house is old and musty, strangely elongated with narrow corridor but very high ceiling and windows. We have to swich in light as the outside is dark with the storm. The wooden floor creaks. The rain stops, and we go out to steal something from a bad man. We go inside his tower and climb inside a lift. The bad man sabordage it and it start to fall. I crawl out of it to reach a button that will stop the fall, and as I reach it I tell my friend to jump to cushion the fall. I slam the button and feel the pecuniar sensation in the pit of my stomach that happen when a lift stop suddently, and I'm lifted of the ground for a second. My friends and me run out, fightinh our way through bad guys. I'm carrying a hammer, but my blow are so weak I can't seem to hurt my opponent, and my friends have to save me a couple of time. I reach the bad man owning the place and jump on his back.

Spoiler for stop! hammertime:

I bash is head in with the hammer and his skull crack like a egg. I have to pry the hammerhead out, the bone grinding against itself with sickening sound. I can see inside his head, it's very dark and looks mostly empty, with a strong smell of cold, congelated blood, and a feeling of stickyness.

After that we go in a restaurant and we are served a big roasted turkey. I get some breast, golden crispy skin, juicy with meat over thin ribs bones. I bite through it, bones and all. It's hot, juicy, savory and salty. I have no trouble eating the bones; it had a nice crunch to it and a lot of flavor. The meat itself is melt in your mouth tender.

only fragments last night.
The face of a female monster, a cross between a gobelin and a rat, with a pointy muzzle and beady black eyes. zoom out, it has the body of a black hen with droppy, old woman brests. It's a Harpy.
Wings flapping, black as ink, two pair of them, coming from a gigantic statue of a woman hovering above a city.
Thor pulling loki into a room, asking him to do something. Loki let out a bitter laugh and ask him if he's gone crazy again.

Still sick.

I'm in a gigantic building, with lots and lots of people rushing in to get a appartment. I fly over them, somehow confident that I'm not concerned. People are getting angry and rebellious, screaming at the pudgy man in charge. I'm still flying, rushing between the blocs making up the place. I have no clue about how those people could even live here; it's seem to be made for flying peoples. I get alll the way up this impossible building, there is a sort of inner terrace leading to absolutly gigantic doors of carved wood.The noise is starting to get to me, and I scream at them "For fuck's sake people, I own the damn place!" it seem to calm them down, and I use telekinetic power to open the heavy wood doors and get in the appartment. It looks a little like a church, with wooden floor and white walls with stained glass windows. I use my powers to light up the candles resting in brass candlesticks, everything is bathed in a warm yellow light. I walk around a little, them I realise I'm looking for someone named Thomas. I start to go through the room, some of them are in the dark, other brightly lit. I seem a handful of people, all men, but non of them is thomas; in the fuzzy memory I have of him, he is like me, winged.

I wake up.