dreamt of leading an army through woods, had to camp down for the evening, found a suitable clearing. After we had set up camp, the witch in the army (don't ask) found a seam in the ground and a card in it. She took the card out, and was about to read it when we saw what she was doing. One heated exchange later, the witch put the unread card back into the seam, and our tired paranoid army decamped for another clearing, hoping not to disturb anything any further.