April 13, 2025 - [Night Of] : Dream
Highlights:
Succubi/Incubi Gathering Place (Academy/University), Coy Flirtations
I’ve had a dream with Mia (which, unfortunately), during the midst of it: I was unaware cognitively and consciously that it was she. Not until after I awoke. It’s strange to me that I didn’t gain ‘awareness’ right away. However, in hindsight, had I suspected the girl to be Mia, I imagine that dream-lucidity may have jolted me out of the dream. So, it seems likely that Mia helped to withhold lucidity in order to preserve the dream (to be with her) that I specifically requested before bed.
I found myself in some sort of university or college classroom (similar to previous dreams). The setting was very casual and social, with comfortable couches, chairs and other seating. The setting was very raucous with many individuals talking with others and moving about in a flurry of activity. I see a very attractive woman sitting quietly alone, minding her own business. She has dark brunette hair, long and wavy. A round pretty face and overall a slightly more weighty figure, but still quite healthy and curvy/alluring. [She, I will add retrospectively, looked like the actress: Annie Clark, from the 2014 cult/comedy movie ‘Teen Lust’ & the 2013 suspense/drama movie ‘Solo.’]
Based on her height from where she sat on the couch, she must have been tall. At least six, to six and a half feet tall. It was difficult to tell exactly without seeing her standing. I approached and introduced myself and sit beside her on the sofa. She is reading a book, occasionally sketching in a notebook. She keeps her eyes down on the pages, her lips coyly curled in a knowing-smile, aware that I’m there and close to her.
I try to think of some way to open a conversation without blowing my chances. I ask her if she’s “right or left handed.” Trying (lamely) to small-talk. She knows I’m nervous, but plays along. She answers that she’s right handed, with a curious tone… but continues sketching something, after setting the book aside. I’m fiddling with a small packaged roll of thick thread that has come braided together (3 different colors combined. It was blue thread, green and oddly I cannot remember exactly what the third color was. It may simply have just been black?).
I try to think of a clever or flirty way to continue talking to her. I want to flirt with her, but I’m not particularly confident about how to approach it. She waits patiently and quietly, not pestered by my presence at all, nor my indecision in what to say. (She seems content, even if we were to just simply sit beside each other in comfortable silence). I follow up my question with; “The reason I ask is, I’m planning on asking that question to every woman I date.” (I believe, somewhat lamely, that it would be better to ask a weird and unusual icebreaker question, rather than something cliche or typically expected).
Then I added; “But I’m hoping that this is the last time I have to ask that question. Ever.”
She smiles even broader at that final line, her eyes still downcast on the paper, but sparkling with delight. She replies confidently; “Oh?” (As in, coyly; ‘Oh, really? Is that so?’). I don’t reply, but continue to fiddle with the package of braided string/thread. I take it out of its packaging, but one side of the braid has come undone and has unravelled, the edge fraying. (In hindsight, it reminds me of those old ‘friendship bracelets’ … at least, before they get tied to a wrist).
I struggle attempting to get the unraveling end to be re-braided properly. (Maybe I was planning to give it to her?) She sees me struggling, but doesn’t say anything… waiting for me to ask her first. Finally I give in and ask her if she can take a look at the brainded thread; that I can’t figure out the proper pattern to weave it back together and tie it off, so it doesn’t come loose and fray further. She gladly accepts the thread and begins nimbly working on it, like it was a simple and straightforward problem to solve.
She begins talking a lot then, while she works and I begin talking with her as well; my confidence escalating. I can’t remember the details of the conversation (in waking), but I do recall continuing my flirtatious advances. While she shyly (and obvious to me) continued to accept them without complaint; a knowing and humored expression written into her facial features. She, I believe, knew what I was hinting at; my desire to ‘date’ her – essentially meant that I was interested in committing to her, forever.
I wished to devote myself to her alone; for her beauty was so alluring, so entrancing, her shy demeanor, her curiosity, her quiet nature, the mystery of her, all of it. Everything about her peaked my desire – no one else would do. There would be no settling for anyone else. She alone was all that I craved, but I wanted to approach my potential relationship with her, first with humor, good nature, charm, happiness and open friendly laughter and conversation. Fortunately; that was exactly how the conversation and our interactions were going!
She finished tying off the braided thread and handed it back to me, it was restored to new. I promised to be more careful with it in the future, so that it wouldn’t unravel again. She seemed unconcerned about whether it happened again or not, suggesting that she would be readily available to help me fix it again, if I needed her help.
[ I woke up just shortly after accepting the fixed braided bracelet of thread/string. ]
April 13, 2025 - Night
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