I had a few dreams last night.
All I really remember, though, is that earlier on in all this dreaming there was a clutch of vulture eggs laid outside whatever house/room/apartment thing I was living in in the dream. I thought this was quite exciting, since I'd have cute little vultures flapping about later on. I can't remember if I actually saw the adult vultures or not, perhaps the eggs were abandoned and somehow being incubated.
But anyway, much later in another dream, the eggs hatched, the vultures grew, and they started causing all sorts of trouble.
I remember towards the end of the dreams, shortly before I woke up, I was sitting and talking to someone when two of the vultures flew up to me. They were terrifying, with scruffy, jagged feathers, gleaming little eyes filled with mischief and these horrifying, misshapen blade-like beaks.
They landed on my shoulders and I froze in fear.
They started rummaging around in my hair, running the tips of their beaks down my scalp as though searching for something. They were quite slow and gentle, but I could still feel how sharp their beaks were and I knew they could tear me to ribbons if I moved or pissed them off somehow.
I'm pretty sure that's when I woke up.
It was kind of interesting, having the set-up for that scene from an earlier dream finally come to fruition in (what I'm pretty sure was) a completely seperate one.