We are in a battle. It is not exactly the serious, I-am-going-to-kill you type war. It is more playacting. I am leading an army and my best friend (a strange I guy I do not recognize from real life) is leading the opposing forces.
Our battlefield: An urban neighborhood.
Weapons: Swords.
Who?: About forty college students.
How?: We are flying. Like Peter Pan. (that's the best way I can describe it)
It's late evening and all the lights are turning on in all the houses across the neighborhood. My army is hovering just behind a grove of thick trees. Our enemies are hidden in a nearby backyard.
Suddenly they appear, flying towards us in the dark air, swords raised. We duck, roll and engage in combat.
It becomes a tangled mess of flying, and spinning, blocking, and diving through trees, between houses and over roofs.
The sound: Everyone is laughing, mocking laughter...like Peter Pan.
The battle continues throughout the duration of my dream...
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