Dream Journal
B and I are in an old castle. Right before us a group of people fade into existence. I ask one man about what is going on. He tells us that they are the armies of the past reenacting battles and pertinent scenes.
The people fade out and we run through a large hallway in the castle so as to get out of the middle of the group before they come back. While in middle of the hallway, a few hundred people fade back in.
While they are still transparent they are frozen in time. We see that they are all holding baseball sized spiky balls and are prepared to throw them right where b and I are standing.
We hop into a barrel and all the balls are thrown into the barrel. We try to throw them all back out, hoping that the people will fade back out before the balls explode.