memorable

I was in some type of warehouse/office setting that looked old like in an old part of New York. I was fighting a bald white man with my fists. I instinctively knew that he was me and I was fighting a clone of myself. Although, it wasn't me. For whatever reason, I wasn't myself in this dream. After I had defeated the clone I looked out of the balcony. The ocean level was right up against the top of the thick concrete railing. The ocean idly moved up and down barley managing to not spill into the room.

The next wave spilled about 2 liters of sea water into the balcony. Upon hitting the ground the water instantly turned into another clone of me. In the back of my head, I felt like I would be going up against a potentially infinite amount of clones. And at that moment, I traveled at the speed of sound out of the balcony in a straight line. About half a mile away from the room I passed by 5-6 navy warships. They were all kinds of different types of warship. There was a cruiser, destroyer, battleship, a couple other ships, and I think an aircraft carrier. They were headed straight toward the room where the clone of me was. I got the sense that they were head there to fight the big battle to end the conflict. But the thing that really stood out about these ships was that they were made out of blue words. The first couple ships were made out of multiple words that I couldn't read, but a few of the ships in the middle of the formation were made out of the name of their ship type, ex:

BATTLESHIP

A couple of days ago I had a dream that I and a group of survivors were hiding in a severely damaged house. It was a good-sized one story house that looked like it had just been through a hurricane. Walls had been knocked down and about half of the ceiling was torn off.

The house was our only cover from a T-Rex that was trying to kill us. I never saw the T-Rex, because I stayed behind the walls and went the opposite way that I heard it going. Anyways, I cautiously go through the livingroom and kitchen into the garage. There are other people evading the T-Rex as well. A guy told me about a gun that was somewhere. All I remember was that it didn't have ammo or had some other problem. I back track through the kitchen and into the livingroom, evading the T-Rex. END.

We were driving very fast in an SUV on the outskirts of a town. My mother's ex husband (Niko) was in the driver's seat, I was in the backseat, and there were two other's with us. It's daytime and God has begun his destruction of the Earth. I saw an airplane above a town that lost control and was falling from the sky. Children were escaping from the plane with techniques they learned from school.

All of a sudden, we are going off-road at about 45 mph. I see a freeway with a tall barbed-wire gate all along both sides of it. Niko turns and jumps the SUV off of the hill we were on, runs into the barbed-wire fence and seamlessly transitions us onto the highway. The freeway was in a forested area and most cars were heading the opposite direction we were. Some cars were going slower than us, so Niko decides to weave in and out of traffic to maintain his speed.

We get to the end of the freeway at a small forest reserve-type area except that it is the Garden of Eden hidden in plain sight throughout time. We get out of the car and go to the lake about 50 ft from the car. It's night now and one of the guys shows me a sea monster under the lake. The lake is very deep and I can see through the muddy water the sea monster idly swimming. The guys says something to the effect of 'isn't it cool?'

I get up and see a pack of ferocious wolves approaching me. I pick up a stick that had a smaller, sharp stick tied to it at the end similar to a pickaxe. A wolf jumps at me and I swing and seriously injure it. As the wolf lays on the ground, bleeding, he tells me,' over there, we saved it.' Instinctively knowing he was helping me, I run over about 20 ft and pick up a gauntlet off the ground. I run back to the wolves and punch one with the gauntlet. A flash of white light comes out of the gauntlet and hits the wolf with enough force to knock him back 10 ft. I proceed to kill every wolf in the pack with one hit each until they are all dead. Then I go over to the lake and punch into it hoping it would kill the sea monster. But the punch doesn't seem to have much effect without a close target. I try to punch it again, then I woke up.

I was viewing the dream from the 3rd person, like a movie. A fleet of space cruisers was leaving to regroup with more ships, because they realized they would need more ships for their mission. So they get back to a planet (I think Earth) and a giant ship opens up the bottom of it's hull and the three ships dock inside it. Somehow, now the ships are small and are inside of the hull of a modern fighter jet. I forgot why, but the pilot takes a jar of tiny flying insects and lets them loose inside of his plane where the other ships are still docked, then closed the hull back up.

The dream changes to 1st person now and I'm looking at the pilot and another Air Force Officer standing next to me. The pilot was standing in the cockpit of his jet when we look over into the distance and see a nuclear explosion go off about 3-5 miles away. The sky becomes cloudy and turns black and red. I can see the fiery mushroom cloud and the shockwave approaching from the distance. The wind started to pick up and the officer standing next to me died. Then the shockwave reached us and the pilot looked at me and screamed in pain as his skin was peeled off from his head, then his muscles, and then his blood until he was just a skeleton in a pilot's outfit. My teeth felt loose and weird, so I hunched over. Then two of my teeth feel out, one of them had a filling.

And then I woke up.

Dream

I was at what would best be described as a military camp-school. I was in a building that reminded me of hogwarts in the way that it was old and classical in appearance. I was in a team of 4 people: a 14 yo girl, a 18 yo guy, and a 15 yo guy. We were at an indoor pool. There seemed to be a lot of teens there, but no adults or CO's. Everyone, including us, had red M4's with lethal rounds. I walked down the stairs and the 14 yo came with me. I thought of transforming my M4 into a M1 Garand a little while later. The girl and I went down the last flight of stairs into a dinning hall, in which had T.V.'s that monitored the major sections of the camp's buildings. On the screen I saw my old friend, Dayne, pull out his pistol on a 13 yo kid after a short conversation with the kid. I saw that no one did anything in that room.

I begun sprinting over to the building where this was taking place, thrusting my rifle side-to-side to generate that extra momentum. The girl and others followed me, probably just to watch the action. Though I think the girl genuinely had my back. I was there within moments, I busted the door open and Dayne begun running. I think some of the others tried to fire some shots at him, but missed. I stopped behind cover and trained my rifle on Dayne as he quickly move across the room. With the perfect shot lined up, I fire a single round, killing him.

He drops to the floor, dead. I face my peers and say,' This what happens when you try to shot someone else.' END

On a side note, I think that our superiors (CO's) that were not present left us unattended as a test. For what, I have no clue.

Afterthoughts

I think this was a test/scenario that my higher self had me run through. I believe that there was much more than I remember, but that the scenario was meant to hone my intuitive self in all directions. I am glad to know that my basic-self, my instinct is to uphold the highest of moral and Good. I'm glad to have killed my friend in the defense of innocence. I always had a feeling that I had a higher connection to Good. Now this confirms that I have an affiliation with Good. Which gives me contentedness, joy, and cause.

As I write this, I feel the high Good energies permeating in my being. Thinking of upholding Good brings righteous energies. I bet living a fully honorable, righteous, courageous, and self-sacrificing life would bring ascension for me, which is what it feels like, I believe I would ascend into a full Warrior of Light. Also fighting for Good no matter what any being thinks or threatens. Also having wisdom, and learning. And of course being spiritual. All with a hint of somethings I don't know about yet should bring me to ascension.

(If you're reading this and considering using that as a means for ascension, don't. That's my path and my way of ascension. Your path is most likely different, thus you must take a different path to ascension. I wouldn't want you to waste your time on something that only works for Lightwarriors.)

I'm not sure if this was a feat that I was tested on by an outside source, such as a higher being or recruiter for a spiritual order. But it would be about time. But then again maybe not. Though I strongly believe that this was a test in general. I believe it most likely, by sensing, that my subconscious was/is honing or training, me to be a guardian of light. Though it shouldn't ruled out that higher beings are specifically monitoring me and subtly testing me. Though if they had to actually sit down in my dream and create a scenario for me to run, then they are already past initial sensing and judgement of my day-to-day behavior. Theoretically meaning that Im seriously in the running for being offered to join a spiritual order of Lightwarroirs.

Fragment 1

I was in a place that resembled a mall. Yet only a few people were walking around. I was here to go into another dimension with some other people. I don't know if it was dream preminision or if I remembered having this dream before, but I saw that the other people and I would come out into a maze sort of place. Yet it was a difficult maze, more of a 'choose your path' kind of deal.

I go up to the help desk of this 'mall', and the guy pointed over in the direction of the 'shop'; that was really just there for jumping worthy people to the other dimensions. Worthy meaning, they know about spirituality and have reached the point in their personal and spiritual development to be ready to take the jump into the other dimension.

Anyways, the 'shop' was in a coldasack of other shops in the mall. I walked up to the 'shop'. I saw other people going into a different store, all the other shops were legit stores. The 'shop' was kept secret of its real purpose. I go in to meet an old man who looks to have been doing this for quite some time. Im not sure if I was in the back of his 'shop' or this was the whole thing, but I was in a house. It was small though, a bit cramped, and had old classy decorations. I talked with him for a bit and he went into his closet and traced his finger down one of the corners that had blue painting tape on it. He told me to stay in the closet while he performs the teleportation. I can't remember what happened after that. Im pretty sure I wasn't teleported with any other people, which would be uncommon. Maybe the memories of already going into another dimension was due to poor structure of the dream and was shown before it's time came.

Fragment 2

I completely forgot the trip into the other dimension. I remember walking along on a journey. A scavenger hunt of sorts, but aimed at learning wisdom from the world. That I was supposed to look at every situation and analyse it. To extract wisdom and meaning from it, to learn from it. For some reason my little brother George was with me. Actually he himself probably just jumped into my dream to see what I was doing.

Anyways, we're walking down a dark road next to a river when we see 4 guys with a big tube, chemicals, and some other items. I decided for George and I that we would nonchalantly watch them, because they looked as if they were going to blow something up. They went down onto a small dock on the river. So we went onto another small dock to watch them.

I had a string or something because I flung it into the water. I think it was a form of fishing. A fish began to tug it hard, so I tugged back, but with only minimal success. My intuition told me to let it pull me so I let the 3/4ft fish carry me away, I could barley set my feet on the ground as quick this thing was going. It lead me straight up to the 4 men. They were Caucasians with bald or had very short hair. I talked to them and found out that they weren't planning to blow anything up. I told them that I was watching them, because I thought they had a bomb. They were actually pretty cool guys. After that I set off further on my journey.

Fragment 3

I don't know at what point my little brother stopped following me, but I came up to a tree that had a Hawaiian hut hanging in the middle of the top. And a ladder built onto the tree. I remember going up there with my spiritual master and all our friends and him finding what his spiritual master left here for him. For my master, it was the conclusion and wrap up of his journey.

Alone, I climbed up the ladder and in the small hut. Getting into it was a bit of a challenge since it was highly unstable due to it being suspended by only a rope. But I got in. There was a circle cover, made of wood, on the floor of the hut. I removed it and found my phone, which my master had taken from me so that I could focus on my journey. On it was a video my master had recorded, a message to me.

He said that I can now teach myself and don't really need his guidance anymore. He also said that he would die. Im not sure if it was by suicide, ascension, or disease. I cried for a moment at that. Then remembered that he would be a spirit and still visit. Though it wouldn't be the same. Usually I try to keep a conservative, Catonian mindset, so when I cry, it's for a good fucking reason.

I didn't watch the entire video and climbed down the tree, pocketing my phone. I walked back down the road I came by.

Fragment 4

I remember passing by the river again, though in the daytime. I saw a group of people training for a swimming contest.

Afterthoughts

This dream leaves the feeling of the End of a great ride. I believe its possible that my spiritual master in real life concocted this dream for me. I feel like I learned a lot of things, had a great experience, and met a lot of great people. But I can't remember anymore of the dream.

Dream

I remember being in an auditorium at a pool function. The Marine recruiters gave a quick presentation to the other Marine poolies and I. Everyone began to exit the auditorium out the back right exit. I fumbled around in my duffle bag for about 30 seconds. I don't remember what I was doing.

Next thing I remember I exited the auditorium and I stood outside in a dead grass, forest area. I saw my fellow poolies at the beginning of an obstacle course, roughly, in a 6x15 formation, crouched in a ready position, at the beginning of the obstacle course. I toke my helmet off, to see what I was wearing on my head. My fellow poolies and I wore a desert camoflauge, I couldn't tell if it was the new experimental ones or the old ones. I think it was the new experimental ones though.

"Come on Patterson!" Ssgt. Gauge shouted.

They were all waiting for me to get in formation. The formation was sloppy, but it looked like an open spot was left for me in the formation. There was space for me to be with them. a part of them. I put my helmet back on and rushed over and got in formation, and crouched down.

"Go!" Ssgt. Gauge shouted.

The front of the formation climbed up a chain and climbed over the other side, and climbed down. then the middle, then it was my turn. I was one of the last guys to hit the obstacle. The other 2 guys pathetically tried to climb up the chains with not much success. I jumped up on the chain and gave it my all. That got me about 3/4s up, before I couldn't take anymore. I looked back up at it. It seemed easier than it looked. So based off of naive logic, I decided it was that easy and barely made it over the top. While the other poolies waited for us, crouched next to a hilly wall of mud at the tree line.

I don't really know why, but I felt inadiquet for some reason and I jumped in a ditch and crawle under the obstacle and out the other side. I guess I walked away from it.

Afterthoughts

Along with the feelings I've been getting, this dream is a call to change. A call to being a Marine. Soon I will not be sitting around home all day. I will be in bootcamp and on my path to being a Marine. My time for learning wisdom is closing for a while, so that I can focus on becoming a Marine. Though, in a couple years I will be back to exploring the nature of the universe and wisdom again, while being a Marine. Ooorah

Dream

I had a false awakening from a dream, but for practical purposes I want to get this writen out first while my memory is fresher.

I felt my consciousness starting to pull into the 'physical plane'. But I stopped it and stayed in that state of mind. I was between sleep and awakeness. There was a voice telling me things, teaching me to leave my body. At first, it felt like I was unintentionally holding my arm up. But it told me to not open my eyes to check. At that point I figured it was my spirit's arm that was up and that my focus was more on my spirit than physical reality.

Then I felt my upper body involeentarilly rise up a bit. I figured that was my spirit again. Then at some point my spirit leaves my body and stops 3ft in front of my physical body. Up until this point, I couldn't see anything, only the back of my eyelids. I projected my consciousness into my spirit, so that I could use the body and move around. Though my focus was unstable, and I saw my suroundings blurry for a second, until my consciousness went back into my physcial body, because I had the stray thought of my physical body.

I did that about 2 more times, until the voice told me to stay in my spirit, and it will be better. I did and my surroundings became more clear. I felt like I was floating, and I was. The voice told me to travel to the other side of the livingroom, so I did. Then to travel to the otherside, but walking on the ground. So I Willed my spirit to walk the floor, and I did. I could feel the floor on my feet. Then it told me to practice hovering, floating around the house. I floated over my inanimate physical body and felt a weird energy from it. Like negative energy with pure energy..

The voice didn't think I was ready, but I went outside anyways. There was a nicer, more aboundent energy outside. I slowly began to float up into the sky. But I willed myself to go down. I went down, but when I stopped willing myself to go down, I would just start slowly floating right back up.

The voice told me to walk on the ground and make a connection with it and my feet. I did. I thought of my feet being connected to the earth. And it worked. I didn't float upwards anymore. It felt like standing up, except there was no weight on me, no gravity.

I walked around and felt a bunch of energy, also felt the compacted energy that is dirt on my feet. I walked about 100ft, when I saw one of my old friend's apartments. I started to walk to her apartment, admittedly to see if I could see her naked. Though when I began to walk to her house I felt a sharp feeling in my neck. And I unvoleentarily was veering to the right. I could fight it a little at first, but it got stronger. Then I appeared in another false wakening.

Afterthoughts

What I was taught in my dream seems like a very plausible OBE technique. I plan to try it out in real life. It should be noted that I know it was a dream because I left my physical body at my old house. Also, I think a real master came to my dream to teach me. When I sense it, it almost senses like the teacher is a part of me that only resides and travels around in my dreamspace. Possibly a part of my deep-self that has things to teach me. Also when I sense back on it, the master sensed like a native American. Which I view as generically the best teachers for spiritual arts. Though, my master on the physical plane is native American, so that could've been one of his ancestors.

I was in a restaurant and Katlynne was there too. I think it was a school field trip it stop. Katlynne was flirting, getting to know a guy. The guy had brown skin, was athletic, and generally a cool guy. I guess it was cuz I was jealous, but he made a joke that crossed the line and I told him to leave and never come back to our school or area. For some reason, he left and he picked up that I didn't want him around Katlynne. She was obviously upset that I made him leave.

We and the rest of the class got on the bus that was taking us home. We all lived in a rural area, apparently. On the bus Katlynne was still clearly upset, so I told her that I would tell the guy he can walk freely and be with her. Apparently, Katlynne liked to have this guy get off the bus with her and have sex with him right as they got home. She replied telling me something along the lines of 'you better get him back'. We were no longer on good terms with eachother. It seemed that if I could restore what I undid, then Katlynne and my friendship would begin to heal. I asked her if she wanted me to tell the guy to go to her house if I saw him.'yes,' she said, still upset with me.

We arrived at Katlynne's house. She got off, didn't say anything to me. The bus backed up a bit and the guy got on. As he passed me I told him that he was free to roam about our area and come back to school. He was cool with, though he looked like he was dealing some feelings of rejection. At this point, I felt legitly bad for him. I wanted him to feel comfortable in our area again. I also told him that Katlynne wanted him to go to her house. He said something like,' oh seriously?' I confirmed it, and he got off the bus and toke a short walk to Katlynne's house. On account that the bus hadn't left at the point.

I was in class in high school with all my old friends. I dont think a teacher was their. We all were just having fun, talking, and watching a movie.

Katlynne talked to me casually. Which was nice and odd, because usually she felt repulsed by me. So I joined her group of friends for the last 10 minutes of the movie and we talk and had fun.

The bell rang and we all left. On my way out I talked to Devin a little. It was nice to see her again, because we were always on good terms. I go to my locker and grab a couple things, then headed down for lunch. It was a lonely lunch since I had no one to sit with.

Katlynne

I thought I'd take some time to go in-depth about katlynne, just in case my future self forgot. She has blonde hair, a perfect body, and has relationship issues; on account that everyone wants to hit and quit her. We've always had a weird relationship, in the physical world and dreamworld.

Back in middle school, I put myself out there for her and she rejected me, pretty harshly. And I had never went for a girl before. She ignored me for a while. Then our friends hung out so we kinda got put in the same situation a lot. We'd say a few words to eachother then kinda ignore eachother. She was the most complicated girl I knew. I couldn't tell if she just wanted to be friends or was kinda being nice because of how hard she threw me down or because she felt sorry for me. No idea. Then for 3 years we are seperated, as in, we are not put in the same situation. Then we get history class together and she starts to laugh at jokes I say in front of the class. She even approached me one-on-one a few times and put casual conversations out there. As if she would like to be my friend. I would talk back to her, but also kinda brush off her conversations. I was still confused and hurt by how she acted before. I feel like she may have been interested in a romantic relationship with me, obviously if we hung out more and she confirmed that she liked me. But I wouldn't put that theory on record. And at this point I had undergone a lot of changes. Something had to have appealed to her to want to be my friend. I more or less brushed her off, dropped out of school and went on to do other things with my life (highschool is pointless and I didn't need to go to a good college for my career choice). Anyways, I've seen her 1 or 2 times since I dropped out. A part of me wishes I didn't drop out, I now realize that her friendship would've meant a lot to me.

Now the tie-in. Ever since I left her 1 and a 1/2 years ago, Ive had dreams of her. About every two weeks I'll have a dream about her. Im not exactly sure why, Im assuming its a mix of her having a big impact on my life and that we have a spiritual connection. Of course I wouldn't say that on record, but I kinda feel that connection with her. Take that however you want, but... whatever. Anyways, these dreams are always about being rejected by her or just kinda watching her. In my dreams, her form basically represents rejection (especially from the feminine), the love that wont be, and just sitting on the sidelines. Always she acts out those themes to me in my dreams, up until last night, when she accepted me.

Afterthoughts

Katlynne usually represents feminine rejection/disconnection for me. And I've probably have had 20 dreams over the course of the last 6 months of her consecutively representing those things. So her having a casual conversation, trying to repair our relationship, means something big. Now I couldn't really tell if she was looking for something romantic later on in our relationship. But one thing I do know is that her form now accepts me and were on good terms.

I can't say that I know exactly what this means. It felt really good to have her acceptance and be able to have a nice conversation with her. It could mean that I've conquered my fear of rejection. But it could also mean other things. Im also not sure if this was a shared dream or not. If it was then it could've been just as much of her getting over what I represent in her life as what she represents in mine.

The lonely lunch definitely puts a twist to things. Like, I'm accepted/not scared of rejection yet Im still lonely. Shiitt, that's right lol Though I'm still a bit scared of rejection. There must be more dimensions to what she represents than I'm realizing.

I can't help but feel that one day Katlynne and I are gonna meet again one day and have a great relationship (friendship, possibly romanctic relationship, whatever happens). I just get that feeling out of no where. It could just be the dreams and resentment of how I left things. I guess time will show if its true.

I keep having dreams of Chelsea. She's cute, short, and has black hair. I don't know exactly why I have a dream about her every 2 weeks. I think it may have to do with the fact that she is the only female that I got to know well and didn't have a 'rough patch' with. Or maybe were soul fiends or something like that, idk.

Anyways, the dream started off in a classroom, in a trailer. I was sitting next to Chelsea at a two-person table. We talked a bit, because the teacher wasn't there. Chelsea got up to grab something and my ex, Stephanie, motioned me to come over and sit at her table. So I did.

I talked to Stephanie a little and her boyfriend saw this, and toke a knee between our chairs. Completely blowing me off, he casually talked to Stephanie;butting me out. That was cool though. It didn't really bother me. I see Chelsea drop off some markers at our desk. She pulls up a chair, puts it against the wall, and sits next to me on it. At this point I'm sensing that Chelsea has a thing for me, and I do for her too.

Then Chelsea's mother comes into the classroom, really pissed off. Apparently someone was making fun of Chelsea earlier or something like that. She treats us all like crap and demands to know where the violator is. I think Chelsea asks her mother to stop. And somewhere along the lines, her mother starts yelling at her. Saying that Chelsea is nothing, just really putting her down.

Her mother finally leaves in her fiery rage. I go up to do something unrelated to her mother. When I come back, I see Chelsea sitting by herself, looking really sad, almost about to cry. So I sit down next to her and hold her. She rests her head on my shoulder. I tell her that she didn't deserve any of what her mother told her. She says something, I say something back. Then Chelsea says," We are the warriors of men."

Apparently she is part of some exotic religion that believes many things, one being that they are supposed to defend humanity. I toke what she said as a we're-supposed-to-do-things-the-hard-way-because-we-are-warriors. So kinda like military school's philosophy on parenting their cadets. Also that this religion is blood (insiders/family) only, similar to Judaism.

We talk a little more, and she gives me looks that suggests she likes me. Without saying it, we know that more and more we want to be together, but she would have to go against her religion to be with me. Because she is only supposed to choose from members of her religion to be with. We don't go into all that though. We leave that for later and get through her current sadness together.

This dream started with me outside my 3 story apartment complex. It was all packed together, not divided buildings. For some reason, I thought my apartment building was on the first story so I went down there. I went as far down the hallway as was my apartment, but I realize the windows and doors were set up slightly different. Upon realizing I took the wrong way again (first was another dream that night) I punched someone's door.

Then I walked the stairs in the middle of the complex to take me to the top floor. But to my surprise the stair area had been changed into a few little snack and drink shops (i.e. gelotis, starbucks, etc.) But after an initial 'wtf?' I took it as normal. There were people buying, enjoying their food, and hanging out. It really seemed to be quite the hangout. I found a small set of stairs to take me to the next level.

When I got up the stairs there was a subway and a child's play area. Same as the first level, there was a lot of people hanging out, eating, etc. Then there was these small, goofy looking stairs. I started to go up them as a 16 yo Mexican female tried to go up at the same time. She tried to come onto me, but I didn't want her, so I went up the sketch, one-person stair case.

When I got up that flight of stairs the area was mainly empty. with a few toys laying around. I figured it was an extension of the play area. Now the genius who invented the next stair case obviously had never seen a staircase. It was as if the staircase was folded up into the wall, like those fold up beds in New York apartments. But you couldn't pull it down, there was just an indent of it. To make things more interesting for the inventor, he mockingly put a ladder all along the back of this indent. The top floor had wooden guard rails with a small wall under them. You know, just in case a child wanted a quicker way to the play area. So I stood there marveling at how stupid it was, but I had to go over it so. The Mexican girl followed me and tried to get up over the ladder, but couldn't. I tried to climb the 60 degree ladder, but that didn't work out. As the other girl tried multiple times to get over, I jumped up and barley grabbed on to the railing. It was a bit slippery, so if I tried to pull myself up I would probably fall back down. So I let go. I jumped up again and I had a bad grip and I was already slipping, so I let go. This time, I bent me knees and gave my best jump. I had a decent hold on the rail, so I took it. I pulled myself up and put my feet on the ladder. Then I jumped over the railing.

I walked around a corner to see a white girl standing near my apartment door. As I got closer she said something along the lines of 'poor bird. you've had a bad day haven't you?' She was looking at a bird that was on a window, at a break in my apartment and the neighbor's. I remember thinking that she had to have been a bird whisperer or whatever you want to call it. I went up and said something more outgoing than I usually would, like something you would say to a girl you want to get to know more. She had a good response, with a smile. I said something else. You know, gettin points and stuff. She looked my age (17), had blonde hair, light colored clothing, and she was pretty. She seemed to had already warmed up to me and ready to hang out. As in, walking and talking, having subway, etc. Since everyone seemed to spend there time at the eating areas, hanging out, and not at their apartments.

I went past her a little to finally get into my house. That's when we realized that the door was opened, no one was supposed to be there. she moved over so i could have full access to the door. she got quiet cuz she knew what an open door meant. i put my left in front of me in a defensive position and my right hand in a ready-to-punch position. After I checked the immediate area, she came in and closed the door until it was cracked open. She stood at the door to wait for me to finish investigating. She seemed really calm. I searched the rest of the apartment to find these two random friends of my moms' laying on her bed. A man and a woman that were dating eactother. I had a run-in with these people in another dream, that same night. I didn't like them.

The girl I met outside came into the room and sat down on a chair with her feet rested on the bed. I went to go close the door that she left cracked open. When I came back, I sensed the guy was wondering what the girl's name was and that reminded me that I didn't ask yet. So i asked,"I haven't got your name yet. What's your name?" She started to talk then paused and asked,"what's your name," like 'tell me your's first then I'll tell you. As if I could do something bad to her if I knew it. But that was fine, she came off as a kinda reserved person."Justin," i answered, then in a lower voice i said,"Patterson." You could tell she still contemplated telling me for half a sec then said,"my name's Nicole." I think she told me the true. I somehow knew she was a nice, caring person; and I don't think she would lie with a straight face. The two random adults gave their names too. She said something along the lines of 'I dont like my name, its plain and boring.' 'wow she seems like a nicole too. She was somewhat reserved, nice, caring, a little weird, but not problem weird' I thought."I like your name," I said. I think a blue/white bird came up and landed on her finger then. She held it up, looked at it, said something to it, then it flew off. She had a smile on her face, you could tell she was happy to see the bird or a bird in general. I'm pretty sure she had a strong connection to birds, maybe also a goddess of birds? The random adult's two chiwawas run up to her and played with her. She was giggling and playing with them as they barked. I didnt like the chiwawas.

If I try to think about what happens after that all I can see is a big bad spirit coming in to reckon with Nicole, but I have no memory of that. And that was the last dream of the night. Needless to say I would've protected her.

Then the dream ended.

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I think Nicole was an actual spirit. I dont care what the skeptics think, it's not gonna change my mind. The main reason I think she was an irl spirit is because she hesitated to give me her name. All the social interactions were normal besides that. Only with spirits can having someone's first name do some damage. Plus she seemed like a bird goddess and it's possible they could come through my dream to see her. Also that she was wearing light colors on her clothing, was white, and blonde hair. All representing good, and when it comes to spirits, color most times indicates good or bad. Our friendship seemed to build pretty quickly since she would enter my house and take a seat after we 'just met.' Which leads me to think that I used to know her from the spirit-world.