I had a million and a half dreams last night as I woke up probably 5 times between 6-9am. Surprisingly, none were overly stressful despite an upcoming week packed with triggers (job interviews, work travel, situationship)

The only dream I can really remember started in the middle of another more vague dream. I'm in a run down a wooded cabin, when a man sticks his head through the front door and asks if anyone is home. I instantly become overprotective of my cabin, and for some reason I spread my arms and shriek at him to scare him off. Much to my surprise, I discover I am able to shape shift in a man/bird/falcon type of deal, and decide to use this newfound skill to shoo the trespasser off my land. I'm able to awkwardly fly, similar to a stalling aircraft, and frighten the ever loving shit out of this poor man as he stumbles through the surrounding fields.

I lose track of the guy as I notice another gigantic winged creature (that looks like an orange dog) start to size me up, and I realize I've potentially disrupted the power structure of local birds of flight and I'm now a target. The bird dog starts to chase me (on foot) and I basically decide to fuck off and let it win.

Thats the dream, no meaning to draw from it other than I don't like home intruders and it's really fun to fly