But not particularly useful.
I dreamt I was a cow. There was a moment of panic when I discovered I had hooves instead of feet and four legs rather than two. I almost toppled until I realized I knew how to balance. It was an indwelling knowledge, born of simply being who I was. By the time I awoke the next morning, I had a fairly complete idea of what it was to be another creature, although not a creature I'd ever wondered much about. Still, I had found strange comfort in the slow and rolling progress of bovine thought. How wonderful the sensation of hooves sinking into soft loam. How satisfying the experience of belching up half-digested grass from my reticulum, chewing for a bit, then swallowing it down into my omasum for further processing."
~ Warlock Holmes, The Sign of Nine by G.S. Denning