I was able to morph into dog-form and back. the timing of when to do so wasn't terribly clear. I worked with a group of people who were also able to do this, but we were in an office job.

the morphing wasn't right, and it was dangerous. as a dog the ability to speak wasn't only not there, but the capability of using actual language to structure the thoughts was gone too. after a while this shift degraded the ability to think as a human too. in a meeting, an argument descended into incoherence.

there was way, way more to this dream, but it faded very rapidly. I woke up to find the dog laying back-to-back with me with her head on the pillow