Letaali's Dream Journal

I'm inside a game that seems like Smite or Dota. Two teams fight with a set of magical abilities and items. I first see my character from 3rd person. I'm a gray alien or machine. The dream turns 1st person. I fight the other team. I'm way better than anyone attacking me. I kill them over and over again. Different hand movements cast different skills. Each of them devastate the attacking characters. The other team calls for help. A native american girl appears and walks towards me. I try to cast something big, but nothing seems to affect her. She comes close to me and fires a white pulse of energy at me. It hits and feels horrible. Like something cold crawling under my skin, making my arms stiff. I look at my hands. I can't move my arms at all. The other team moves closer. They are no longer scared of me. Without my arms, I can't attack. "I guess it's over." I say calmly. "I'm sorry." the girl says. They don't attack me, there's no need.