[Kelethin]

2 very recent (the last 2 nights) dreams stand out to me as they may have links to the important goal I have of re-establishing a natural communication with the other side.

The first such dream I was wandering around outside of a manor at night. It is well lit outside from lamp posts (which is a welcome change as most dreams I have are very dimly lit and hard to see in) and a young woman runs up to me. She doesn't say much and seems comfortable when I confront her instead of scared as I thought she would be. She is very filthy, covered in blood and dirt wearing torn clothes but seems in good health otherwise.
When I ask where she came from she said she escaped from a hospital. When I thought of this hospital It appeared more as a sinister laboratory and prison.
I go inside the manor to try to find something for her, I forget what, maybe it was food. When I try to go back outside I stop, there are flashing lights everywhere as if from police cars or ambulances. I stay inside feeling stupid for not bringing her in and keeping an eye on her.

In this second dream I have nothing is physical, the entire setting of the dream is in an intangible zone and the more powerful an entity the more form or presence it seems to have.
I'm watching an army of holy warriors of some sort trying to dive back demons. They struggle alone and would stubbornly prefer to but are assisted against their will by an elemental salamander and my own (what I sometimes refer to as) spirit guide (who I'm constantly trying to contact).
They both seem to be in charge of their own forces with the salamander of course bringing fiery beings like dragons and phoenixes to the fight, they have a red aura.
My own guide/angel person's forces seem more varied and have a magic, nature and Norse theme, they are in a white and green aura.
The demons are backed in to a corner to take a defensive position, or maybe pocket would be a better word. Even though there are no physical barriers there are boundaries of sorts. An even better word might be portal, as I have no idea how large the other side of the pocket is. I don't get to witness what is sure to be a glorious battle as I finally realize who that is in charge of the green forces. Until now I had been as an observer, an audience, but as I try to reach out to her I am no longer there, and when I regain my bearings I'm in a more familiar setting like everyday life. I try to contact her by calling her by various names or titles I've associated with her at first and then by deeply willing to communicate with her, I fell down, no luck and then I'm awake.