August 8, 2025 - [Night Of] :
Dream 💭
Highlights:
Meeting a Feminine Spirit who I Previously Lost my Memory of
Can barely remember anything of the dream, so I’ll try to include as many of the fractured pieces that I can (and string them together); in case it jogs my memory later, or can be inferred back to, later:
I remember being at a restaurant with my two kids. We were being helped/waited-on or just in a friendly conversation with 2 cute women (who maybe appeared in their mid-20s?). I can’t remember the ‘details’ so much about them; except that they both were distinctly different (appearance wise) from each other, but both are very cute/ attractive/ pretty & flirty in their behavior, words and & expressions.
They were …maybe helping us choose something from the menu? Or helping us figure out “what things are” from the menu? I can’t say for certain; except that the kids & myself were unclear about “something” and they were kindly and flirtatiously helping us decode whatever little mystery was confounding us at the time, by directing & answering our questions.
Eventually, the “main” waitress for us/our table had arrived. She (I suppose) had come once before…but left for some reason (for a moment) …when the other 2 female’s decided to stop and strike up a conversation with me.
When she arrived, the other 2 women laughed, giggled and took their leave. This new woman that arrived, however, seemed far more personable and comfortable with us. And apparently knew me well enough, that she sat down at the booth, as any well-known friend or acquaintance would.
She had long dark brunette hair that had a bit of a wave to it. A cute/average slim face and predominate striking eyes in their shape & how they pulled your attention to them. She seemed distracted in thought as she sat there, her mind drifting…but making a deliberate effort to rein in her stray thoughts; to focus on me and why she stopped to visit.
At this point, my kids seemed to have vanished; it seemed as though they left around the same time as the 2 women left. Maybe they perhaps followed them, to offer this woman & I some privacy?
She seemed…so familiar to me. But I couldn’t place her. And her name also seemed familiar, as I read her tag/pin affixed to her shirt. The name read only as: “Pr”
I felt like she had already, once, told me her name…but I had forgotten it. She must have sensed that I was trying to remember something or figure it out, because she perked up and sat straight-backed in the booth, her attention fully on me.
I asked her, embarrassed, how she pronounced her name. She smirked, and asked teasingly if I’ve forgotten already? I felt bad and leaned back trying to reach through my memory, while analyzing the 2 simple letters…but nothing came to mind.
Instead I decided to just try making educated guesses. They ‘could’ have been initials, but I didn’t believe they were. Not with the “r” being a lowercase. So I began to guess based on possible sound combinations, by inserting likely vowels. With each guess; I repeated out-loud to her, to see if I guessed correctly.
“Peir”? (sounding like; ‘p-EE-r’)
She shook her head, smiling at my failed attempt.
“Pyre”? (Sounding like; ‘p-I-er’)
She just smiled warmly at me, but I knew from her expression that I was wrong again. I apologized for not remembering. I guessed twice and was wrong twice, so that only further embarrassed me and made me feel awful for not remembering.
After apologizing, she seemed ready to reveal the proper pronunciation, but was also reluctant (out of embarrassment) herself to do so. I could feel the emotion of ’embarrassment’ from her, like an energy in the air. I asked her why she would be embarrassed about her own name?
She rolled her eyes, reconciling herself to repeat the sounds & syllable of her name, and spoke saying:
(Sounding like;) ‘Purr’ (like “Pearl” but without the “L” …or the human’s way to comically make the false-sound effect of a cat).
She harrumphed and slumped down in her seat, like deflating exaggeratedly in defeat. I stopped her with a bright smile and a wave of my hand, stating that I love the name and the sound in which it is spoken.
I thought (and explained) that it was very appropriately cute and matched her personality perfectly. She looked to perk up & brighten a little at this and picked herself up, straightening herself in the booth once more.
[ There was a LOT more in the dream than this. Both before this even, and after. I know for certain, but the memories are SO fragmented, that I can’t even grasp enough of them to form a single sentence to describe them. It was only this small sequence with “Pr” and her 2 friends that I was able to recall enough of, to make any cohesive sense. ]
[ Additionally; when I woke up the next morning, a single petal from Lilith’s offering of flower/roses, that I just got for Her yesterday, had fallen off (only the 1) and landed perfectly within Her sigil on the journal I used when we first began to experience & communicate with each other. ] 
August 8, 2025
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