The Underground Origami Army and the Flying Colors

Even I feel like I'm missing something here. I came in during the middle of a war between the Underground Origami Army and the Flying Colors. I wasn't there when it started, and yet I have vague memories of the beginning. Anyway, so I'm what you would think of as 'secret service.' I'm there to protect the other larger, more important Origami figures who are going to save our....type? I was assigned to a large Swan (one of my roommates from college, Cheryl Baggins:). Basically I followed her around everywhere. I first remember being in a room (a human room) with two double beds. It was like our secret hideout. We were discussing the prophecy (made by a human) which stated that one of the Origamis would find the living Origami Tree and end the war. We were discussing strategy, though that was hard to do since no one knew where it was or what it looked like. Just then, our hideout was uncovered by the Flying Colors (pieces of paper that were colored one solid color on one side, and they were fast). Immediately we all took arms (pens which shot out ink bullets) and I made sure my Swan was out of view. I took a few ink bullets, but managed to survive. We ended up escaping out the back having to pass through the frozen room of a diner. The humans liked us though, so they helped us escape the attack of the Flying Colors. Successfully, we got out the back but continued on the run. Much of the army had scattered, but all the major players had managed to survive the attack. While we were on the run, we came to a school where some Flying Colors had been standing watch and saw us sneaking around the entrance. I sent Swan on ahead and distracted the Colors leading them away from the entrance. It was at this moment that I saw it. A large colorful tree appeared before my very eyes. It sat out in the middle of an open field spinning. Of course! It made so much sense now. No one had seen it because a mind had to conjure it. There it was before me, the living, spinning, Origami Tree of Life. My enemies could not see it and took advantage of my pause trying to take me down with ink bullets. I ran to the Tree and grabbed hold of one of the banches as it spun. I pulled myself up into the spinning branches and a great sound of rejoicing went up from the Origami's. We were saved and the war was ended, and so was my dream. (I was not afraid during this dream, so I was not controlling it in the least. This is entirely my imagination)

Band Knife Fights and the Council of Elrond

Let's start with the first partial one. It's all a bit blurry in my mind, so really I can only recall a few images and several phrases. I was sitting hidden in a forest amongst many other older looking people. We were assembled as the 'Council of Elrond,' except that Elrond was not there since he is not real. The issue in question was the destiny of the Wild Beasts in Florida. The 'wild beasts' took a form similar to that of a mountain lion. Then a great cloud of confusion falls and I wake up.

Next up: Band Knife Fights. I remember this one more clearly, but it would be a bit too long to describe in full detail. It started in a restaurant with my family (not my real family). We'll skip most of the details on that because they were just bizarre. As we were leaving the restaurant, we caught a glimpse of a crime scene (I had been keeping up with these stories in the news). There were knife fights breaking out here and there. A famous lady and her family had been targeted. As we passed by her house, she was being dragged inside. She seemed frozen like stone, and she had horrible black hairs growing all over her. Clearly, she had just been the victim of another knife fight. As we became more aware of the violence that had broken out in the city, I asked my father (though he looked nothing like my real father) to take us out of the city. We got in the car to leave, but I noticed in a nearby alley someone, who looked suspicious, following us. He followed us out towards the water where we passed a large group of children that were just there. I was afraid something would happen to them, but it seemed that our followers (who grew in number as we fled) was interested only in us. We crossed the long bridge to the 'outer lands.' We took the pier down as far as the tree house. Somewhere in this scene my family completely vanished, and I, alone, was being followed. I was freaking out, afraid that I would have to fight. When my followers got to the top, I realized they were people I knew....from my band. They were unhappy that I had left the band and were ready to attack me for it, but my some means I willed them into a group therapy session at the top of this tree house. They put their weapons down and we talked like civilized people. The threatened feeling I had before was gone, and then I woke up again.

Voldemort, Nazis, and High School

Last night I dreamed that I was teaching a class at Hogwarts. My classroom was in Snape's dungeon because I was a new teacher. It was dark, lit only by candles which reflected off the water (a pond really) that filled the bottom three feet of my classroom. There were strange things in the water that looked like lily pads, but were not really. I had just gotten word that Lord Voldemort had joined forces with the Nazis. I told all my students to leave and go hide. Each student used spells or ran off until the room was empty-looking except for me. But it was only emptied moments before two Nazis came bursting through my door. It was a bit scary, and I hardly had time to think before a friend from high school apparated into my room (a mere four feet from where I was standing). As the Nazis advanced, my friend waved me over to grab his arm so I could apparate out again with him. Little did I know that Voldemort had taught the Nazis how to apparate as well. We ended up somewhere near a stable and a rather large hill. Our attempt to apparate away from the Nazis had failed on two accounts. First, we were followed, and second only most of my body made it. My right arm had been splinched and left behind inside the school. With the utmost speed, I whipped out my invisibility cloak which I draped over the two of us to hide from the Nazis when it was clear that we had been followed. We hid as they began searching in the stables and the surrounding area. It was difficult to breathe quietly under the heavy cloak, so it took extra effort to be quite. However, just as the Nazis were getting close, I thought I recognized one of them. Unfortunately, it was at this moment that I woke up.