I found myself in a room. At the top of the room sat a woman with raven hair. She wore many beads and feathers. I knew instinctively I was more powerful than she. She spoke to me and began to evoke the spirit of the Crow. I felt myself begin to change. Becoming more crow-like. I had jerky head movements, clarity and an altered state of seeing and being. The woman watched me closely, and we held eye contact as I saw mists and lightwaves begin to manifest around me. I told her I could see my ancestors. There was a child crouched down by a wall. She was cold. I thought I might peck her, but she seemed to know I would help her and grasped my arm/wing. I took her over to a warm vent that was blowing out hot air. She seemed happy. I looked around and the woman had gone. I began to fly. It was difficult as my human-ness tried to return. My wings became more like arms, and the feathers became long, heavy black robes, like a tattered gown. I kept pulling them up away from the floor, and gradually I gained height. I saw a dark cat, and playfully mobbed it. It ran off. I flew on. The woman returned and was very happy and excited to see me flying. I thought I would find the cat and mob it again. I looked for it - but everyone was laughing. The cat had been riding a bicycle and had fallen off. I began to laugh too. Like a crow. "Caw, caw, caw!" I laughed so much I had to land on a table. I was a perfect fusion between crow and human. Feathers, human legs, crow's head.