Zealot

I hadn't had an interesting dream in a while now, and had poor dream recall, which is unlike me. This, however, i felt was interesting enough to at least remember. It was my last dream i had last night.

I was on/in a wall in a labyrinth. A woman entered the labyrinth and was aimlessly wandering around. She was near middle age and was plump. She was wearing a fancy pant-suite and had excessive jewelry on. Her hair was cut just above the shoulders and was dyed blonde. She is the kind of woman i often see.
I was smokey and dark. My form cold be solid or smoke, depending on what i wished. My eyes were wide and i watched her wander. I slipped down off of the wall and followed her. I believe she was another dreamer.
I had something to tell her, something she'd like to know. She turned around and looked at me. I was half-solid. I looked at her with my wide eyes.
"You will be destroyed unless you transform yourself into something better."
"what do you mean?" she asked but she knew exactly what i meant.
"Sell everything you have. Leave your life. Be rid of your riches, or they will poison you like an adder. Go into the wilderness, you are already dead, but there you may come back to life." I did not care about her fate, but i was compelled to tell her. I had an idea that i was an oracle, but i'm not sure. She seemed to take me fairly seriously, but i sensed in her that she was contorting my words to fit her comfort. When she wakes up she might think of what i had told her, halfway serious at first, and then dismiss it as only a dream.
I followed her back to the entrance of the labyrinth and let her leave.
i woke up.