January 7, 2026 - [Night Of] : Dream
Highlights: 
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Reappearance of Cambion Daughter? Scent of Emotion/Nostalgia,
Learning how to interact with specific spirit-kind
Iām within my house/mansion (otherās may refer to this as an āastral templeā). The rooms & hallways are familiar to me, and there seems to be a lot of people are there who I donāt really know.
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However, one of my children was there (one that appears like my biological daughter). She, at least, I recognized. At first I thought she was sitting beside & chatting with some of her friends. But then I actually recognize one of the other feminine beings.
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It appeared to be the brunette I was introduced to, during the dream-entry I made on Jan. 1, 2026. During that experience; I was being introduced to [what I possibly/may have perceived to be] my companionās (Miaās) Cambion daughters (between she & I)? 4 of them? [Iām still iffy on the full āconfirmationā of that thoughā¦]
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Anyways, she pretty much looked exactly as she had before. She had shoulder-length dark brunette hair, slightly wavy. Sharp angular-shaped facial features, with big doe-like eyes. Her irises seemed to lazily shift from blue, to hazel, to brown; like the colors were melting into each other.
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And once again, Iām trying to get to know her; just like I was after being introduced in the previous dream. But this time she seems more willing to communicate with me.
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We idly chat about various things she is interested in. And I pay her close attention, wanting to make sure I don’t miss a word (Iām absorbed into her words & the conversation in general, giving her all the attention she is worthy of & deserves).
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She held something out and shows me what she has in her hand. Indicating that it is nearly empty. Itās some kind of curiously shaped container that was meant to hold a fragrant liquid.
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[ I guess, in human terms; it would be perceived as a āperfume bottle.ā But in the context of the dream-space; it is used for something else, or is something else(?), as its shape would seem to suggest its use is for something else entirely.]
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Regardless of its purpose, she lets me inhale a bit of the aroma of the fragrance from the nearly empty container. It’s a beautiful scent, very uniqueā¦and difficult to describe.
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Like a combination of multiple types of pleasant flowers and the scent of a āpurenessā found in nature. Like the āfeelingā of warm summer days within a forest; as if the āambianceā of a pleasing-moment in nature itself could be caught into a fragrant scent and contained within a special type of bottle(?). Thatās what it was like.
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I told her that I may have something that could be used to partially refill her bottle. I didn’t have much left, but I would be happy to give her all I had. It wouldnāt completely refill her container, but it would be āsomethingā (at least), until she acquired some more of the liquid elsewhere.
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She followed me to a spare bedroom and sits at a desk chair while I rummage through a bookshelf and drawers below it. Finally finding my own scented aroma container. And I explain that the contents of mine will need to be poured out into a larger bowl and then added into her container from there (due to the strange nature and shape of her own glass-like container).
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She seemed to understand what I meant and I handed her my bottle, so she could smell the aroma. [It wasn’t the same as hers, the exact fragrance; but she still seemed pleased by it]. I couldnāt exactly remember what it smelt like myself, so I lent forward to inhale a quick whiff while the container was still held up to her nose.
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The scent cleared any fogginess in my mind and caused me to involuntarily pause and revel in the pleasure of the smellā¦it was so euphoric. Likeā¦ a scent that takes my heart and memory back to a nostalgic moment of bliss. The fragrance was the ācapturedā emotion of a happy nostalgic moment. Then quite inexplicably and suddenly; I gave her a quick kissing-peck on her lips, close to the edge of her cheek.
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She froze in surprise, understandably not expecting that, which made perfect sense to me. I leaned back and offered her a quick apology. It wasn’t my intention to spring something so suddenly like that. And I indicated to the fragrant scented container; saying that it had reminded me of someone I once knew, someone I loved.
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Her eyes were still wide; and her energy emitted an āemotional-aura formā that basically āspokeā 2 things. One; she was still sorting out what she had felt, so quickly and unexpectedly. And two (the primary radiating emotion); it seemed like that may have been her first time experiencing an āenergy-exchangeā from my ākindā of spiritā¦a āhuman spirit.ā As quickly and innocently as it had been; even a single seconds-worth was still a new experience/moment to process.
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Then her entire ābeingā seemed to relax as she leaned back in her chair and observed me with curious fascination. She had been interacting/talking with me during much of the dream, but it wasnāt until this moment of energetic-connection that she had really āseenā meā¦ Really āsawā into me and understood my inner intention.
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Like; all pretenses / glamours / illusions had dropped away and she understood who I was, and that my care was genuine. My protective nature was abundant, and my wantingness to nurture & help; was true. After that; she simply smiled at me warmly and shyly, as if comforted by my childlike simplicity (and limited-sense of understanding about their world/plane).
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[ I was pleased with her smile and her pardoning of my faux pas, though it wasnāt necessarily āunwelcomeā. And I internally agreed with the sentiment; that I was still pretty ignorant of how to conduct my interactions around certain (maybe all) spirits/entities/beings I encounter. ]
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[I canāt remember any more of this dream āsceneā beyond that. Though I feel pretty confident that more happened BEFORE this final scene of my memory played out.
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I can just barely recall that I seemed to be quietly enjoying time in my living room with a group of (what I assume to be) my children, all excitedly talking to each other; While random beings/others were walking through my house (in the background); like using it as some sort of āport-wayā to reach other distant locations). ]
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[ No Mia thoughā¦ I donāt recall seeing her at all, sadly.]
January 7, 2026
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