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In one of my projections, I acquired a magical orb. I was just wondering if the coloration could indicate what kind of power it held.

So you are saying, because I have questions, I can't have possibly astral traveled.

In the astral world, is magic color coded?

I was walking or riding a bicycle, or walking with a bicycle, or my friend in the dream (someone that wasn't a friend in real life, I could not get a good glimpse of her, but I got the feeling that we were friends in that world, someone I didn't know in real life.) Let's just say my friend and I were walking in a neighborhood. I believe I was carrying a baby on my back. I don't know whose baby it was. I can't remember having a strong sense that it was mine. It was foggy out in the evening, white even. We decide to enter a nearby house, as we felt we needed a break. It felt unsafe outside and I could feel the presence of bad people approaching. The house was white. There were some women inside playing a card game. They were welcoming and asked a little about ourselves. They seemed to like anime and maybe rpg games. I cannot remember the words that were exchanged. I felt I had to address the evil forces brewing outside. I left my friend and the baby inside the house with the women. I went outside to ward them off. The fog turned dark, but I could still see through it. A young male with dark hair and a burgundy tee shirt jumps out in front of me. I am not startled. HE DRAWS OUT A CARD INTO THE AIR. It showed his powers and he started to activate a spell. I had a card too, but I didn't have time to read it or know exactly how to use my powers so I followed my intuition, remembered all the instances my powers shone through. I became known as Alya, Emiya's sister from Fate Zero, because like him, I had projection powers and the ability to create objects. I'm guessing maybe that was my alter ego or card. I struck him away with my magic by bringing something into manifestation and striking him. A lady appears. She is a high level sorceress/mage/or witch. Her colors are a mix of dark and medium purple, maybe some black. Although her dress and cape were beautiful, she was evil. She summons rings of smoke. They range from yellow to?...Can't remember. If I stepped into one of those rings, I would be stuck and had to fight her for control. I ran past the rings and towards a bigger problem. There was a huge wave of fog coming in. I saw what appeared to be an Emiya look alike and a bunch of other do gooders trying to hold off the evil force. They looked at me like they needed some help. In front of them were some bad guys. They seemed small. I wasn't close enough, I guess, to get a good look at those people. I ran closer, then projected a bunch of black blades, knocking away the bad guys at the wall. I think I called that move, "judgement." I threw myself into the wall and woke up. I know, I'm not that great of a hero. I should have turned and helped face the evil mage lady. She was outnumbered, but felt insanely powerful. I wasn't ready.

Thanks for sharing.

I have had many vivid dreams where everything seemed so real. Some of them would leave me questioning as to what reality really is. Also, there are dreams I have reflected on, that seemed to be tests of some kind. If these tests or realities were directed towards me...Why me? And from who or what, and what purpose? My waking mind wants to rationalize everything. I'm curious as to what other fellow projectors opinions are of this topic.

Are we being tested by some higher power in some of our dreams, or is it all fantasy?

Maybe some of us are experiments.   

Is it possible to have offspring with another being in another dimension? I recently had a dream where I lived half a lifetime and it seemed so real. Any thoughts?

I have battled such a creature during the start of projections. He had claws like those of the Ajin in the anime series, "Ajin." This was before I ever saw the series. During a fight, I escaped and started to fly into the sunnier parts of the astral realm. He had the power to drag me back into bed, out from where I was. It was then that I saw his claws, gripped onto my ankle. Suddenly, fear became bliss. A being of light engulfs me in a sphere of love and light. This being sits by my beside. The shadow creature recedes back into the shadow. This being of light begins to speak to me telepathically. He wanted to show me his face, but I told him that I was afraid. He kept insisting. So, I told him I would feel more comfortable if he revealed himself to me, once I was outside. He agreed. I exited my bedroom window. The entire parking lot was empty and fenced in with barbed wire. He came outside. He appeared as a male with a mutilated face. I don't know if something had happened to him...If he wasn't allowed to show me his identity...Or if I wasn't being receptive...Those were the feelings I had. I went to climb the fence, he followed, wanting to accompany me. I grabbed onto the barbed wire tightly, but it did not cut me and I did not bleed. There was a forest on the other side.

Seems to be a self reflective dream. You are the best interpreter of your dreams.

I trained myself to astral project mainly through force, by focusing on my spirit and consciousness lifting out of my physical body and remembering the sensation associated with each time I succeeded. I'm sure there are other methods. Keep trying and you will find yours.

I had two dreams this morning where the right side of my brain was being targeted.
In the first one, I was in some kind of warehouse or fall out shelter. Someone stabs the tip of a needle into the right side of my head and I pull it out. I use a communication device to call for help.
In the second dream, a double wielding gunman holds a gun to the right and left side of my head. He pulled out a gun to the left side of my head first. He repeatedly shoots the first gun, but no bullets come out. Then he presses a second gun to the right side of my head. This gun felt heavier. I managed to knock the first gun out of his right hand. This guy was strong. I tried my luck with a martial arts technique and manage to take the loaded gun from him.

I read your post. It's always good when a dream ends well. You were reunited with your family.  Any idea why you were being chased?

I observe the places I am put into and what is happening around me before reacting. Sometimes I am put into spiritual planes. Other times alternate dimensions where I either watch or assume the life of another or one that was already made for me. There were certain realities where I chose to follow the daily routine of the lives I was put into because I didn't want the residence to suspect that I wasn't from their world or alter their course of history. Because I feel that dreams can become portals to other dimensions, I always observe first.

I am not sure. I wasn't looking looking for one. It could have been one of the structures in the distance.

I am not sure as to why you're hearing music, but it sounds nice. I had something like that happen to me. I had difficulty falling asleep, when I finally fell asleep I saw someone watching from my bedroom doorway. I didn't care at the time, I just wanted to dream. When I awoke in the morning, I couldn't get the song "Immortals," out of my head. I wondered if it was a message or nonsense.

lol. I don't count. What do you mean by control?

Creation is many and dimensions are vast. I would like to believe in the probability that out of the sheer number of souls in existence, there is someone for everyone.

Haha. Your experiences were awesome. I laughed at the part where you mentioned Naruto.

There are always people, spirits, and other beings willing to help and act as a guide.

The dreams I have are usually very vivid.

That's the thing...It's hard to tell sometimes. In a way I was conscious. I had a place in that world, but I also was able to remember parts of who I was.

I recently had this dream, a couple of months after the one I posted titled, "Vampire Society."

I found myself in an old farm house with a few other girls, whose faces I could not remember. Although they may have been strangers, in our time of need, there was no denying there was a connection between us. The wooden boards could only stand up against the wolves for so long. We looked at each other for direction, only to find that we were too afraid to speak of our impending doom. 
It all happened so fast. Fight or flight kicked in. My senses heightened. To the best of my ability, I tried to follow my instincts and listened to the house. I could feel their presence grow in number, as they bolted into the house, one by one.
Was there hope in the slim chance that any of us could escape? I had to have faith. I wanted to survive. I couldn't die like this...I couldn't allow myself to become a rag doll and let myself be destroyed...Not without a fight...There must be a way to escape...If I ran, they would catch me...If I fought, they would kill me. It would only anger them...There must be a way to stay alive.
Our fear, they could sense it. There was nowhere to run or hide. We reeked of it. They emerged from the shadows to prey on the darkest corners of our minds. We were outnumbered and would soon be overpowered. Slowly, but surely, they approached us...Stalking us, watching carefully, as we braced ourselves for judgement. One of the beasts pounced forward and stared me down. At that very moment, I lost sight of what was happening around me. I could only focus on what was in front of me. I could not take my eyes off of him and he would not allow me to escape his. He had chosen. I wasn't prepared for this. They don't teach you about this sort of thing in school, let alone how to survive it.
After a moment of intense contemplation, as if to gauge my worth, he let out a muffled snarl and lounged forward. He had made his decision and I had made mine. I threw out my arm forcibly, shoving it into the jaws of the beast. Naturally he caught the bait, accepting my offer for surrender. Teeth sank into flesh. Blacken lips curled back. If I couldn't make it out alive as I was, maybe I could become one of them. Rebounding upon a broken gaze, I saw a million questions reflecting back. Now, how could I possibly escape? If this were to work, how long would it take for me to change? I didn't think that far ahead...Maybe the wolf didn't either..Maybe this was my chance. As soon as the wolf glanced over at something, I threw him off and ran outside as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was or where I was going, just away from that place, away from the wolves, away from danger. I didn't stop. I couldn't look back. They were faster than me. They would catch up with me soon enough and when they did, I was dead. All I could do was delay the inevitable. Through a field and into the nearby woods, I met with the pack of wolves, only I wasn't one of them. Time stood still as beast and man wagered on their next move. Whether I was an intruder or fresh meat to fill their bellies, I was no friend of theirs and so they had to destroy me.
The pack approached in unison. Slinking closer towards me was my destiny...Whether I lived or died, this was the defining moment. Was I predator or prey? Running wasn't an option this time, they were in for the kill. At that very moment, I knew when I was at my weakest I had to be my strongest...I decided to live...I could feel the change coming on rapidly. Laying aside all doubt and fear, I summoned all the energy I had left in me, and channeled it into what little faith I had into the belief that I could  pull off the seemingly impossible...That I was worthy and I alone had the power to overcome anything...Until that very faith grew large enough to fuel that very belief into manifestation...A warm light conjured, swelled from within. It was everything I had...Life, love, a promise for a better tomorrow... All my wishes merged into one. Something had awakened inside of me, connecting me to a higher power. Drawing from this source, I felt full, confident...Whole in a sense, more so than I had ever felt before. Consumed by fighting spirit, it was will that broke through the barrier of its confines...Obscuring the threads of fate... Mine was my own to make. I wasn't about to let anyone or anything take that away from me without a real fight. The more the pack read into my intentions, the more uneasy they became, as they discovered the truth behind the real me. The predictability of the world they once knew, was about to shift and crack into a million pieces.
Beauty was no longer afraid of the beast once she realized there was nothing to fear. Fear was an illusion. Fear meant giving up and she wasn't about to do that. She was strong, just as strong, if not stronger than the beast...Because she was still standing...With the courage mirrored before her, it was beauty who had the power to slay the beast, when she became one herself.
Engulfed in the brilliant glow of the divine, emerged a beautiful creature of light. Being new to this skin, I was slightly disorientated. My binocular field of vision was more narrow than that of a human's, but my peripheral spread further around. Not only could I see, but I could also feel... My furry paws lifting up as I examined them...Long, elegant tail sway about akin to my emotions/thoughts...The glamour of my coat and build made me stick out from the other wolves. I was significantly lighter. A dull grey, or ivory perhaps. I couldn't tell. I was still getting used to this body. The others ranged from a mix of brown, black, and medium to dark grey. I was bigger than the wolves in front of me. Looking on from a distance, there were others similar in size to me and larger.
The encroaching threat loomed near. I stood my ground and my body followed. Somehow, as I was finding my voice...It started as a growl, then turned into a roar...The kind that made a statement, which held enough force to make an enemy take a step back, and they did just that.  I was no longer a little girl lost in the woods. I had found myself. I was a survivor and I wasn't going to give up without a fight.
Seeing their intent halted, I bolted off further into the woods, quickly passing trees and brush. I ran for awhile, until I blacked out. Everything went dark. I couldn't see anything. My sight came back suddenly. I awakened inside, yet another house. I was in a pen, still in wolf's skin. Everyone else was in human form. There were so many of them rummaging through the place.
Tuning into my senses, I observed for a moment, searching for answers as to why I was there in the first place. Shortly after targeting the most authoritative figures in the room, I was able to locate them.  The king of werewolves acknowledged my presence. We exchanged glances and he continued to carry on with his duties, conveying a message to someone.
Feeling a little more at ease, I jumped out of the pen and transformed back into a human. There was a lady standing in front of the doorway leading into the kitchen, busily jotting things down onto a clipboard.  She was the coordinator of whatever they were trying to do there. After taking her eyes off of the clipboard, she notices that I am awake and proceeds to tell me to leave. I was a little hesitant to comply, because I got the feeling that I was getting kicked out of my own house. But it wasn't worth having a confrontation over a place I had no recollection of, only basing it on a feeling. I walk outside and back into the woods to continue my journey.

I'd like to share a dream I had.
Human civilization had fallen. People were coming out of the forest to seek refuge. Some of them were nude. We all headed into a building connected to the entrance of a fortress. Everyone had to be screened before gaining access inside. Only those who were deemed useful were allowed in. It was a community where everyone had a job of some sort that contributed to keeping their society afloat. I found some clothing that would make me look more presentable and went into a small restroom to change. I looked towards the windowsill and caught a young man with long white hair watching me. He disappears. After I changed, I walked over to the guards. They took one look at me and told me that I would join in the vampire class. Then they opened the gate. Apparently there were different job classes in their society and vampire was one of them. I was immediately greeted by a female vampire instructor. There were other new recruits as well. She telepathically asks me why I thought I should be there. I tell her, "Because I'm a dream walker..." She accepts my answer and leads us through a pathway between some worn houses and buildings. We are put up to a series of tests, to test our perception, courage, fear, and will. I can't remember them all. I black out for a moment. It was like time had forwarded. I found myself sitting in what looked like an old church with tall cathedral ceilings, among vampires of all ages, ranging from child to ancient. They were poised and all looking forward towards the podium, waiting for instruction. I had passed the tests and got the feeling that this was some sort of orientation. Many thoughts started to formulate. They seemed to be powerful supernatural beings. This church was sacred to them. I wondered why they would accept a human into their ranks.