Psychic Paintball

In my dreams this morning there was a lot of flying and mid-air acrobatics. This is a good sign because within the past year or so my ability to fly in my dreams has been lessened. It was good to soar across the skies again.

I was engaged in a battle that I can only describe as Psychic Paintball. I think that there was a very relevant purpose to the battle because we were all taking it very seriously. I was shooting red beams and bursts of of energy and the other team was using blue. There was something we had that they wanted back from us. I remember being handed a bow to use with arrows but that it was shoddily made and splintered the first time I used it. When they managed to get back what we'd taken (which was a small green, glowing orb of some kind) I had to become invisible and go looking for it because no one else in the group was stealthy enough to do so. They provided distraction while I nosed around their base. However I was discovered before I could locate the orb and set out a massive fleet after me. It was the dark of night now and I managed to stay enough ahead to find a small tent and ducked into it for shelter. Inside was a very haggard-looking woman with a very wise look in her eye. I may have called her Yambe-Akka (from Phillip Pullman's Dark Materials trilogy, the witch goddess of death) and asked her to please keep her spiders from me because they were crawling all over the floor of the cabin. She agreed to hide me there. I looked up at the roof of the tent and saw a brilliantly starry sky, not at all like the clouds that were outside the tent.