Griffins

Two griffins were fighting in my dream. One was driven by a sense of justice, and the other was a wild griffin. Both would kill me & my friend griffin if they found me in my cave under the ground. We were hiding while watching the fight. They were flying and fighting by putting light on each other, trying to do damage to each other. The one with a sense of justice had a friend to heal him & give him more power, and he overcame the wild griffin in this way, so that it fell to the earth and was dead. My friend griffin arose early in the morning and stole the carcass of the wild one so the other griffin wouldn't get it, putting the carcass over himself like a cloak. Maybe my friend griffin could use it to capture his freedom by saying he killed the wild griffin, and no one would think he was bad any more.