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I said to please read it because perhaps, maybe, once and for all you people here in this psychic guild can tell me what it means. I know it means something because I kept having it every night for years. Also other people have tried to decipher what it meant but it never clicked with me, was never right, so here it is.

It was a recurring dream, that I had every single night, for perhaps 2 or 3 years straight.

In the dream I'm living with my gram and papa, witch we were, at the time of the dream. Venus Pennsylvania is a VERY VERY wooded and forested place, you walk outside, and you're surrounded by trees yknow?
Anyway there is a little patch of trees between our property and the neighbors property, when the kids in the other property used to live there, we would walk through the patch of trees and back to get there. Instead of walking down or up the dirt road.

The dream starts.
I'm in the middle of that patch of trees, in the middle of the night. I look up and see that the sky is clear and there are a ton of stars in the sky and the moon is full. Everything is so bright that I can see everywhere around me perfectly, and it's a nightly silver-blue hue, yknow?
Then I look away from the sky around me, wondering why I'm here in the dark without a flashlight, and by myself. There isn't any breezes or winds blowing, the air is cool and crisp, no humidity, but not dry either.
But there is something very unusual about the trees:
They're all perfectly aligned. And the trunks are white, there are no branches except the very top, but the color of the leaves is unrecognizable since it's night time. Wouldn't you be freaked if all the trees were perfectly straight and aligned and white with no branches except at the top?
Then I see a white flash out of the corner of my eye, so naturally, I turn my head to where I seen the white flash.
There is a little girl a ways from me, she's possibly 3 to 5 years old, and there is absolutely nothing natural about her.
Her skin is white, white white, milk white. Her hair is long and slightly wavy, reaching to her feet, or where her feet would have been, and it's almost white...but there is a slight yellow/blonde hue to it. Her eyes are unnaturally round, and staring, like the way a corpse stares. The color of her eyes are a weird shade of blue that's almost impossible to describe. It's like the most perfect but disgusting color of blue I've ever known. She has a small nose and a small mouth. Her face holds no expression except for her large gaping eyes. She is wearing a white shift/night gown and it's lacy. It looks old fashioned, maybe 1800's? but I'm not sure.
She has no feet. Where her ankles and feet should have been was a white mist, like a cloud, or fog, or pure white smoke. But it didn't come up from anywhere and it didn't dissipate. It just seemed to coil in on itself.
She is holding her right arm out to me, with the back of her hand facing the ground, and her palm turned upwards. Slowly she kind of liquidly floats/hovers towards me as she says,
"Come with me, let me help you."
Then as she comes closer I get the sharpest feeling of fear. Every instinct screamed, run don't let it touch you!
So I turn and run towards the part of the forest that I knew would lead me home, but somehow, the forest never ended. No matter how fast I ran or where I turned she was still a ways behind me and slightly either to my left or right, and she kept saying,
"Come with me, let me help you. Help me find them."
By the way, her voice is so unreal. It has no emotion to it, even when it seemingly was pleading to me, but other than that it's the tone of a little girl. The voice just sounds...dead.
I run for an uncountable amount of time when I see a black blot in the corner of my eye. I stop running and look towards the black.
A ways from me is a black cloud, or fog, or smoke. It doesn't come up from a source and it doesn't go up to the sky, nor does it dissapear or dissipate. It's about as tall as a man, and the length of what his arms would be outstretched.
When I see this black cloud I instantly feel safe. For a moment I forget the white thing is chasing me, until it is right behind me and nearly touches me, as it says,
"Help me find them. Come with me. Let me help you."
I turn tail and run towards the black smokey thing. Surprisingly the white thing doesn't follow me, but it's voice doesn't sound dead anymore, it is a pure voice of terror as it screams,
"Don't go towards it! Stop! Please don't touch it!"
Before I can fall within the smoke I always would wake up.

I had this dream every single night for more than a year. But then it went away and I haven't had it since, but it is forever engraved in my memory.

I wasn't having any issues. Nothing out of the ordinary. The dream WAS the issue

At first in the dream when I see her all I feel at first is surprise and like whoa, look at that.

But after she speaks it's like instinct the fear that shoots through me. It's so potent...

When I see the black cloud I feel like, idk, a little kid would feel seeing their parent after they'd been lost. Relieved, loved, comforted.

There wasn't anyone to help during this time so I don't know why it would be something that was in my real life.

Seriously the dream just started, I kept having it, and it just stopped. I didn't do anything different to make it stop it just did one day.

Oh, hmm Let me think about that

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I'm really trying to think of something that might have been going on like that during that time. I think that was when I was first getting interested in Wicca etc type things. However, I wasn't ever worried about it? Maybe that was it...But you said in my dream world basically...

I don't know.

I've had some people say that this dream, and another I had more recently, are urges to use white magic of some sort and stop ignoring my power. O______o;

Well what I said about the magic is true then.

I don't believe in doing spells or 'white magic' because I think it will always blow up or backfire. And there were people that wanted me to try it?

I don't think the black fog was a man actually, it was just as tall as a man and as white as if he was holding his arms out. It was just a big black blob of fog that coiled in on itself.

I think that the fear that you have of her is some sort of your own of feeling the fear that the little girl is feeling towards the darkness.
I beieve that she knows what will hapen if you touch the shaddow, and she is trying to help you.

You should let her come near you. She is not somthing for you to be afraid of. It is my impression that your fear is hers.

^_____^

Hmm going on what was said previously, you said you have been scared for your life before, but if that little girl and your fear was one, it would make sense for you to be even more scared because that little girl was dead. Although I admit that when it comes to dreams, your feelings matter most, and if you get the feeling that you definitely should not go to the girl, then you're probably right. I don't believe anyone other then the dreamer can interpret dreams accurately.

I can't say exactly what it means, just that if you have the dream again, take her hand and see what happens. You might be surprised with what happens when you confront your fears, they might not be that bad after all.