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Another dream that I don't understand, but one that holds significance, I think.

I'm standing in my bedroom. I go out into the hall, and I'm on the phone with my best friend. I glance over as my stepmother walks by me, and there's a shadow. This shadow is black as pitch, and the scene is wavering from inside to outside and back. It's shaped like a person, only about six feet tall.
I scream.
Much to my own disgust, I scream at my first sight of the Guardian. I know this one, though he's not mine. It's a short scream that I cut off as my best friend asks me what's wrong, and I do that nervous laugh thing that people do when caught off-guard. I tell him I just saw the Guardian Spirit, and it surprised me is all. So I smile and then the scene changes.
I'm in my room, curled up in bed for sleep. I know that J is near the foot of my bed; I can feel him there. But I look at the large window in my room, and I'm tense, alert, and I see another shadow. This one is a bit taller than the other was. And she is no Guardian. For a moment, I thought it was J, but then she moves, and the moonlight filters through her, proving that she is indeed carved from shadow.
I remember her appearance. Full lips, delicate and intelligent eyes, either long hair or a shawl draped on her head. Glasses, of all things, but small rectangular frames. I ask her who she is. I don't remember her answer, or if she even answered at all, because I woke soon after, roused by nothing.