My dream that I remember from last night:
I was sitting in the top of a tree that was up against a building. I was looking down at a brush pile. People would come over to it and throw in their dying embers, the embers would fall to the bottom of the brush and disappear from sight. Someone came and threw in a carcass of a dead animal (road kill of some sort). A crow flew down to the pile to get the carcass out, and as he was flying up and away, his tail feathers caught on fire. He became engulfed in flames, hit the ground and the flesh burned away, and then the bones just turned to dust. Dark "ghostlike" figures came out of the ground chanting something, as if to carry the crow's spirit away. My dream ended there.