I spent some time at both Lilith’s altar and my companions, sharing with them my appreciation, gratitude, love and energy, before heading to bed. The evening was pretty quiet, with only the light presence in the air of my companion and the thrumming in the air announcing her entering into the space. Otherwise it was relatively quiet and I fell asleep. ⁣
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      I woke up in the early morning, before dawn, before my alarm and while darkness was still in play – just before the sky was to be touched by the light. I woke up having recalled my dream, in which I’m confident and saying that my succubus companion was present. ⁣　⁣
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      I was at a bar, sitting on a stool, along the customer-side of the bar. Only three people were in the bar. Myself, the bartender and the woman perched in my lap (who was slowly beginning to slide down the length of the stool and towards the floor). She was a tall woman (tall as myself, maybe inches taller), with an Amazonian-type of body/build. Tall, strong, but attractively so. Sensual, pleasant, but strong body. Her hair was long and wavy, flowing loosely and casually and was colored a light-brunette that had a soft silky sheen of scarlet-red in it, when the light touched it just right. ⁣
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      Her face resembled a combination of two girls I remember during my teenage years. Both of whom I had a ‘crush’ on and was confident enough to flirt with. Shiloh was the girl who lived directly next to me. And Janna was another girl who I flirted with later, when I moved from River Run Dr to Yuma St in Cottonwood, AZ. Both of whom I found to be captivatingly pretty in that “girl next door” sort of way. However, the woman on the bar stool with me, looked like a 30 to 35 year old version of how they may have appeared (facial wise) in their adult years. ⁣
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      The bartender was attempting to ask the woman some question related to pancakes, but she was “spaced-out” and distracted with a look of ecstasy on her face. Because, there at the stool we both sat at, my left hand was down her loose-fitting jeans, fully engaged in pleasing her womanly-place with my fingers. She was unshaved down there, which I could appreciate, because the fuzzy hair didn’t impede upon our “playing” in the least (and it felt good against my skin). The bartender attempted to ask her about the pancakes once more before giving up. ⁣

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      Which was well and fine because she was involuntarily beginning to slip further and further down on the stool, unable to have her legs support her, since they began to buckle from the pleasure. I had to stop, as I could no longer reach her ‘special spot’ and I asked her: “Do you want to sit on my lap?” When she came out of her daze, she lifted herself back to the stool, seating herself between my legs.⁣
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      [𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚.] However, when I did, my companion was there with me right away. I felt her presence heavy in the air around my face and head. Felt the energy in the air shift about. And quickly after, felt the multi-layered vibrational touch radiate out from my back, across my body.