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)