You know your dreams pretty well, given that they almost always involve replays of The Life and Times of Ganondorf, so you figure you'll be able to follow tonight's exciting episodes while keeping your mind's eye open for the source of your discomfort. With that thought foremost, you let yourself sink into the dream, a part of your awareness remaining as alert as one can in the fuzziness of the subconscious.
Perhaps as a consequence of the visions you had while fighting Altria, your first dream of the evening involves the Beast. It's different here, with a huge red mane that sweeps back like tongues of flame behind a curious starburst-shaped golden headdress, and limbs that don't bend quite right, while also ending in grasping, widely-splayed claws rather than stone-crushing hooves. There is also a jagged scar running across its chest, an unnatural wound that pulses with eerie white light, as if in time with the beat of whatever the monstrous creature has for a heart. The Beast is attacking the boy, Link, appearing from ghostly portals to run rampant through what looks like a throne room, knocking down entire columns and dragging bits of the ceiling along with them, before vanishing in a flurry of shadows. After the initial pass, the young warrior responds by-
-wait, what was that?
For a moment, something in the background of the dream shimmered in a way that had nothing to do with the magic being displayed in this memory, or the visual distortions that sometimes pop up in dreams. If you hadn't been watching for it, you would have missed it entirely - as it is, you only catch a brief glimpse, yet that is enough for you to know, without question, that the blur is a manifestation of whatever is causing you to feel uneasy in this dream. After a brief search fails to turn up further evidence of it, you bring your attention back to the fight - which you find is almost over. The boy-hero is no longer a boy, but a fierce grey wolf ridden by a strange little blue-skinned imp, and together they have somehow brought down the Beast, exposing its unearthly wound to a savage assault from the wolf's gleaming fangs. The monster lets out a bellow of pain and fury, as-
-there it is again.
After the third time the disturbance appears, you conclude that looking directly at it triggers some sort of reaction, making it fade out so that only your vague instinct for trouble remains to tell you that anything is amiss. It's only when you watch the anomaly out of the corner of your eye that it stays visible for any length of time. Those sidelong glances would be more informative if you weren't also trying to watch your dream, but even so, you do manage to discern the form of the thing. It's vaguely humanoid, transparent but with a weird blurring around the edges that gives a general sense of its size and shape - you'd peg it as somewhat taller than you, but not by much, and female.
And it's gone again. Damn, you must have looked a little too closely.
You spend the rest of this dream and the one that follows it - a recounting of a battle between a different Link and a vaguely humanoid Beast wielding double tridents - playing a sort of visual tag with your intruder. And you're quite certain that's what you're dealing with here, someone using a form of mind magic to spy on your dreams. You know some simple defenses against this sort of thing, but most of them require you to cast certain spells before you go to bed, and as you've never had somebody else poking around in your brain like this, casting those spells is not a habit you've ever had much cause or concern to develop. That will likely change after tonight, but for now, all you can do is keep chasing your unwanted guest with your eyes. You eventually consider that it may be the way you keep shifting your attention that gives you away, but when you try to focus solely on tracking the intruder, all you get for your troubles is a girlish giggle. It would seem that she has clued in to your technique, and though you try to adapt, it comes to naught. Perhaps if you'd focused on her earlier, you might have caught her, but now-
Gained Dreamwalking F
-you wake up with a headache, not feeling nearly as rested as you'd like. After chasing a strange girl around inside your brain for several hours, you half-expect her to be in the room with you, but there's no one. A look at the clock confirms that it's just after three in the morning. On the one hand, that's far too early to get up, but on the other, you've been asleep-ish for most of six hours. Most people wouldn't call that a full night, but a side effect of your training is that you don't need as much sleep as a typical person - at least, not every night. Checking your reserves, you're not surprised to find that, while your ki is topped off - thanks to another of Briar's healing doses - your mana is still depressingly low, not much past the twenty-seven percent mark. Had you gotten a normal night's sleep, it would be closer to forty, but those unsettled dreams interfered. You kind of want to punch that girl, whoever she is.
It's still several hours before you need to get ready for the tournament. What do you want to do with them?