MG, I have a "women's council," kind of like what you've described in your first paragraph.
I've had meetings with them for a long, long time. Not often, but mostly at times when I'm worn out and weary of my mission here on earth. They are wise souls and wear white gowns with gold ties at the waist. These dreams/meetings always leave me highly emotional, and just thinking about them, I feel a higher energy vibration as I think about connecting with them. On some occasions, they've "patched me back up" and sent me back to the world, reinvigorated.
From these meetings, I know about numerous people who were or are now in my life. One is a former professor I had in college. Yet another is a friend who is also a real estate broker and who found me my house. The house is an important part of my life and has been part of the interaction with me and this group of wise souls ever since we started interacting. We've had meetings in the house (2nd story).
Both of the people I mention above were pivotal in my life. They provided direction and my life would not be what it is now without that direction.
These dreams are very, very vivid and I can remember every moment of them. It is like they are etched on the inside of my skull. They are very important to me and I think about them often.
I read your post several times and I think that you are right about the visitors in your dreams being your spirit guides who are appearing to help at this time. I love how the "brother" appeared. He's not your brother, but he's your brother! :)
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On this next one, I'm not sure if it's my "higher self" or a guide. I think the latter, but my girlfriend, with whom I talk about these matters a lot, thinks it's my higher self. I actually hear a voice. It just talks to me like it's there with me. It's often about somewhat trivial matters, too, but a lot of times they are important. Here are some examples:
Within the last few years, there was that actress Beatrice-something-or other who was in that sitcom ("Golden Girls!" I just remembered it.) Anyway, she died. I can't even remember her full name because she's not a favorite actress of mine. Well, one day I was staring out the window and the voice (I feel like a lunatic saying that!) said, "Beatrice so and so is going to cross over soon." And then in a day or so, she died.
Another one was when my neighbor's old dog died. I looked out the window and the dog was outside. The voice said, "Only a couple more days left for her." And then she crossed over.
Here's one that doesn't sound important, but it was to me. On my way home from the university, there's a stretch where this cop likes to hang out in hiding. One time he stopped me and accused me of running a red light. I knew it wasn't red; it was yellow and I insisted it was yellow. He knew he was pushing it and he backed off because I was so definite about it being yellow.
Well, numerous times on my way home I found him hiding beside a vacant building or in other spots. Everybody traveling that stretch knows about him.
Then he wasn't around for a long time and I sort of forgot about him. Guess he must have been staking out other spots.
I was driving home on that stretch and before I crossed the overpass, the voice said, "Watch out as that cop who bugs you is straight ahead." I slowed down (yeah, I was speeding) and sure enough, I went over the overpass and there he was, hiding beside the vacant building.
I was really happy to get that help as I have never had a speeding ticket or any kind of moving violation in my whole life. I am hoping to get to the end of my driving career with a record clear of tickets.
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Another way I get stuff is kind of like an email message sent to me in my head.Today I acted on one. The message was to go to a certain store and a lot of things I needed would be there. So I went today and spent two hours at the store. I got about 9 things I needed and the best part, is they were having a 25 per cent off sale, so I was able to get everything at an excellent price.
So to sum up, I have my council of higher, guiding spirits, and I have this voice. And then the email message in my head thing.
Cher