Forbidden Confessions of a Dream Walker - Part 4: Allies and the Hidden War

At first, I thought I was alone.
But as I wandered the dream world, testing my abilities, I began to realize something:
I wasn’t.

Others were out there.
Some were humans like me — though they came in different shapes and strengths.
Some were not human at all.

Not all were friendly.

There were demons, like the Hag — hateful things that fed on fear and suffering.
But there were also beings of light — the ones I would later understand were Angels.
And there were dogs.
Faithful, joyful companions who moved through the dream world as easily as they did the waking one.
They became good friends — loyal allies in battles that most people would never even know existed.

I don’t remember exactly when I first met the Angels.
Dream memories are slippery that way.
I only know that before I met them, I encountered other human Dream Walkers.
Or, as we sometimes called ourselves, Demon Hunters.

The human Dream Walkers were generally welcoming.
Meeting them felt natural — like running into old friends you didn’t remember you had.
We didn’t always have formal plans.
Sometimes, we stumbled onto each other in the middle of a mission.
Other times, we worked in groups when the job was too big for one of us alone.
The dream world was chaotic, fractured — and yet, somehow, we found each other when we needed to.

The Angels came to me not as soldiers, but as teachers.
One at a time, they appeared — guiding me, showing me glimpses of deeper truths.

It was through them that I first learned about the hidden war.

There were three sides, they told me:
The Angels.
The Demons.
And a third, more mysterious faction they would not fully explain.

Humans, they said, were central to the war.
But whether we were pawns, prizes, or something more — they wouldn’t say.

Some knowledge, it seemed, was too dangerous to share.

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