Here be dragons

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.