I was in this sort of fantasy world, I can't remember what we were doing exactly but me and a friend were skulking the halls of this tavern-style place. We kept hearing these "whispers" throughout the halls and my friend pointed out that it's just the lost souls. For some reason I accept this, and as soon as I do my vision changes and I'm able to see all the lost souls. White, whispy human-shaped beings frozen in the place of their death. We were able to walk up to these souls and "claim them" as our own, powering up ourselves for the upcoming battle which occurred later in the dream.