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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.

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

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 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 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.

This morning I was able to project in my new place. It began in a false awakening. I felt groggy and went to take a sip of water. I choked. It felt like I was drowning. I thought maybe I was too sleepy to properly function. Then I realized I had projected outside of my physical body. I knew because I was conscious and could see my spirit self in 3D. I had been trying to get back to sleep, and was surprised that I didn't notice my physical body had slipped into sleep paralysis. So, I decided to go with it. I visualized what my bedroom looked like and where the window was. I projected in front of that window and went outside. It was a bright, beautiful day. I thought about where I wanted to go and decided to try to visit the place I read about last night, called Astral Pulse Island. I leaped into the air and started flying, letting the pull of my wishful thinking guide me. I focused on my destination. The words appeared in my mind, "Astral Pulse Island", then was shortened to, "Astral Island." It was like my eyes were closed but I could read the words clearly. Every time I would try to concentrate on something, the scene would go dark, but I could feel I was still flying. I wanted to get there quicker, so I tried to visualize a worm hole/portal, none visually appeared. I stopped trying to project that thought and looked down to see I had traveled really far...I took it all in for a moment...Floating above a brightly lit foreign city of a distant land, it was all so beautiful. I proceeded on my journey, swiftly flying pass (and porting to) more exotic places, and over snow covered mountains. I came across a place that instantly drew my attention, it was almost magnetic...Was this Astral Pulse Island?...I landed on a strange structure. There were other people standing on it. It seemed sturdy and spiraled upwards. Everything there looked too fantasy-like to be what I was looking for. I wondered if I was lucid dreaming at that point, because of the way everyone was dressed. I was expecting to see people wearing everyday modern clothing. There was someone, may have been more than one person, riding an animal. One was a large cat, leopard maybe, but way bigger than the kind in our waking reality. I decided to leave suddenly, questioning what I was really seeing.

I've had dreams and astral projection experiences where I've seen the same faces on more than one occasion, but have never met or seen in real life. We knew each other, at least in that dimension. Can anyone give me some insight on this? Is there a way that I can tell if they're human dreamers, other worldly spirits, or something else?