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By 04:45 AM, I had a very singular dream where I was walking among heavily snow-covered streets by night with a small group of other people, no more than 5 of them.

The deep darkness of the hazy nocturnal penumbra was of a sweet blue-violet, with the snow coverage omnipresent all around. The place resembled a very simple suburb area, and perhaps it could have been in a city akin to my birthtown, with trees and some single-story houses beyond the path bordered by walls we were walking on. No lights were litting the area that felt very real in terms of confined nightly atmosphere among the heavy blanket of snow ; and the asleep space was all numbed in silence.

I was leading the walk on a path with a « 7 » shape (like the date I had this dream, kind of) from the bottom of the vertical curve that was in a light ascending slope. At the end of it, the perpendicular part felt like it was bordered by small walls or fences ; and at this one’s extremity, there was a wide naked tree one level under, like a chestnut one without leaves.

I oriented myself toward it, facing it’s dome of bare branches from a distance ; and I realized there was something like a diffuse and soft red light illuminating the top of the tree, whatever the source of this dim yet wide light was. Moreover, the soft light was emitting a deep and agreable, rather low-pitched sound oscillating in volume at about 3 seconds of interval. It was like a multi-layered « woow » type of sound, seemingly irradiating or charged by some kind of energy, perhaps along the low intensity of the stealthy light, something I’ve never heard in dream before, and I couldn’t tell elsewhere despite the simplicity of it.

All of a sudden, the light started to « talk » to me with an emotionally neutral and noble female voice, speaking in a pristine or perfect French in the middle of the auditive emptyness ; as she said :

« Passez de bonnes vacances. » (« Enjoy the holidays. ») (Plural, for everyone.) (The Winter holidays I suppose.)
(~2 seconds of pause)
« Passez de bonnes vacances. Et à bientôt, mon pote. » (« Enjoy the holidays. And see you soon, my pal. ») (The term sounded quite familiar compared to the rather noble tone of the voice.)

Then the light swiftly flew up in the sky, piercing through the atmosphere in an instant ; and I woke up with the heart racing in my chest for no apparent reason, other than the occurence of this very singular dream about this woman’s voice talking to me in my native language, with a sweet allocution and an equally young and mature tone that sounded so deep and wise it almost felt delightful or sensuous to hear, as if I fell in love with this voice for the time it lasted, or was caught by surprise by both the manifestation and it’s lightspeed upon departure.

One important detail : The night I had this dream, upon reflexions about Felicia following the dream where she seem to have « shown up » as Avril Lavigne to somehow « fix my heart », as explained in the « Strange refusal » and « Stared At Again » Posts, I ended up thinking that Felicia is some kind of « angel » in a kind of way I’ve never thought about before, as I was creating a new document to lay bare some clues and hints along the occurences of my latest and clearest precognitive dreams since two years, when she started to manifest again after my trip to Okinawa in December 2023.

This dream also occured one week after the one where I got stared at by the clearest eyes I’ve seen in a dream. And now this one, with the most pristine voice I’ve ever heard in a dream. And it seem to go along with the fact that Felicia is singularly audible in my dreams with her, but I’m left uncertain if it should be related to her.

Minor detail : I had this dream upon falling asleep for a second time this night, blacking out within a few minutes at bed, something unusual for me once more.

Warning : As much as it sounds something like a « UFO encounter in dream », I have no interest in said matter since 2012 when it became a fad on the internet for a year or two. I don’t believe so much in these kind of sightings anymore and I’m not into science-fiction stuff otherwise, not even spiritual other than at my own individual level in regards to Felicia.