I had a fairly strange dream last night. It began with the setting of an airport, and I was with a friend that looked like it was from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. All I can remember was that it was red and had four legs.
I left the airport, flying with a priest or some form of religious man, and I remember being in this dark and warm house, everything wood.

Now, here it gets a bit tricky. While I knew I was at the house, it became a vague awareness, my soul being transferred to my friend, who I became while maintaining a sense of what the REAL me was doing.
I(as the 'friend' ) sat in a wooden chair while waiting in line, eavesdropping on the conversation ahead of me, the girl talking to the man at the desk. She was crying, she couldn't escape. She needed certain papers. Now I popped my little head up and promptly told her that I had the papers, or rather, I could steal them, in fact I had an entire binder full of stolen papers, to show my skill. (In the dream, the sense was that these papers were worth the same as a precious jewel, etc.) There was also something about me stealing the babies, a bunch of secret spy stuff.

Suddenly we were outside, and there was a huge crow and a barren tree. Old bark flaking off, the branches spindly and the embodiment of Death. The crow was rotting, patches of flesh showing, weeping and oozing. The wings trailed blood, the beak was black with rusty red. It molted, feathers dripping onto the ground, coated in the sick colour. I knew it was evil, but it was trying to help, I trusted it, respected it, and felt affection and loved it despite its disgusting body and sinned soul. The crow started to smoke, burning but without a smell. A fog more like, wisping up around the wings at first, the beak and the eyes, before consuming it. A head appeared in the ground, a rotting and alive crow head, with six/eight (can't remember) crow eyes, the colour of rubies. As the blood started to seep into the ground, being drunk in by the grass, all the plantlife started to wilt and die around it... I told the girl not to touch it, else she'd be infected. Yet I remember picking it up...

I dunno. Yep! That was my vague recollection of my dream~!