I dreamed I was walking down a dark cobblestone street in the middle of the night. I was drawn to a rock sitting on top of a wall. I took it down and breathed on it. It glowed, and then grew features. I thought of how Jen liked cats and I stroked it. It began to grow hair, turning into a small kitten. It kept growing, eventually turning into a sort of golden cat-woman, but with a long black horn-billed beak for a mouth. She stood up, and wanted to go walking with me.