"Great now I'm delirious," you mutter as the bed creaks under your mass as you roll off the bed.
Your clawed feet reduce your slippers to shreds. You're sure it's all a dream, and head toward the bathroom. Your shoulders and wings seem to have trouble getting through the doorway, so you turn sidewise. Your tail swings and knocks the door right off its hinges. It clatters to the bathroom floor and splinters under your clawed feet. The porcelain throne beckons. You sit down, and let nature take its course.
Steam soon fills the bathroom, and you hear a cracking then explosive sound. You find yourself seeing in the shards of white porcelain that were once your toilet. You struggle to get upright. A large smouldering rock is sitting in the center of the white ruination.
A meteor? You wonder, relieved that it missed you and only hit your toilet. You recall reading of freak meteorite strikes in people's homes. Of course it could be all part of your delirium, you think looking at your outstretched black scaly claw.
But the rock looks real and you can feel the heat it's radiating...you lean forward for a better look...