I am inside a house that I’m familiar with, when dreaming (the combination house containing various rooms, hallways from multiple different places I’ve lived through out my life). The primary locations within the house in which the dream takes place is the living room, dining room, kitchen and one of the many bedrooms. The dream started off with me being pursued, First by, 2 different women who were self-invited into my home.

      The first was a shorter female, a bit on the curvy heavier side. She had short (jaw length) dark raven-black hair. [I feel like I have seen her before… like maybe I have even written an entry about her before?] She, from what I could gather from my interactions with her, seemed pretty confident/assured in some sort of arrangements that were made to stay with me overnight.

      The second woman was a taller (at about my height, maybe an inch or so taller). She had dusty-blonde hair that was long and wavy (past her shoulders). Facially appearance-wise, she was more attractive than the black-haired woman. However, she was also more poised, proper and reserved, compared to the sensitive and physically open black-haired girl whom spoke with a quiet and small voice.

      Shortly after entering the house, another woman arrived in my home as well (she had arrived late, but was always intending to come). This woman was very attractive as well, comparable with the dusty-blonde tall feminine entity. This 3rd woman was far more talkative than the first two. Her personality is jovial, happy and openly pleasant. She had (I think) brunette hair with light blonde streaks intermixed.

      Each of the 3 different women (as best as I could gather) were trying to “win” my favor, choice or attention?

      There were others in my house as well (a lot more), but they seemed more like amused spectators, come to watch the entire drama unfold, take bets and chatter amongst themselves. Enjoying whatever hilarious chaos that ensues from the spectacle.

      All of the girls were attempting to lavish attention upon me (in their own way), without being too obvious about it (and subsequently drawing the ire of the other women). They were (unofficially, yet subtly) competing against each other while trying to win my affections.

      So, the course of the night was an amalgamation of; them flirting with me when the others weren’t in earshot, them trying to tidy up and organize my home (clean- ing up all the random things that had been moved about by all the spectators that had come to converse amongst themselves), taking breaks to find me and carry on small conversations which were angling me to choose one to go to bed with, little flirt- ations, hugs and gentle kisses here and there, and a fare share of bickering and passive-aggressive arguing amongst themselves.

      After a while of this, I was becoming overwhelmed with the stimulation of SO many people moving about in my house, all the constant approaches for conversation and the general noise, sounds and movement taking place -that I had to get out, get away. Away from the bodies, the chatter and the congestion of building drama and idle amusement.

      So I left out the back door when no one would notice. Outside into the fresh warm (Arizona like) air of an autumn climate. I left the house behind and began to walk towards the Verde River (where I spent a vast majority of my personal alone-time, exploring the wilderness, being in nature, as a teen). I wished to be amongst the trees, the rocky hills and the flowing water. In the peaceful serenity of nature’s music.

      On my way to the gated fence in my backyard and exiting out through it, I stopped. The rocky riverbed that lays before the forest treeline (with the river hidden behind that) had become a tangled mess of flood debris. Large fallen trees, wooden beams and house sidings, as well as twisted branches piled up in mud-caked piles.

      As I stopped to study the wreckage and the sorry state of the riverbed, a neighbor from the nearby house saw me staring outwards and approached. There was a young woman beside him, presumably his niece or daughter perhaps. We talked, the 3 of us, for a short time, about how the river and hills had been reclaimed by dangerous animals since last I visited. Bears, Bulls and mountain lions being of the most notable.

      The girl was generally quiet, but interested in the conversation and piped in when she had something to add. She was pleasant, curious and neutrally innocent in the inquisitive manner in which she carried herself.

      I started to dawn-upon a humorous idea (a prank, of sorts). The Man dismissed himself and left, intent to carry on whatever business he had, prior to the fenceside conversation, but the girl remained, curious to speak with me more, to know of me better. Which, it so happened, fit well into the scheme I was planning to play as a joke on the other 3 women still in my house (as well as all the spectators that had come to watch the ‘courtship battle’ play out).

      I thought: How funny would it be to disappear only to return with a 4th (unexpected) “candidate” appealing for my attention and affections?! I had no intention of actually including the neighbor-girl into the drama. But I wanted everyone else to believe that was why she was there, invited into my home!

      It would certainly be entertaining to witness their re- actions. So I invited the girl to my house, offering to answer any questions she had and treat her well. She agreed to join me. As we entered my home, the reaction was much as I hoped it would be. The women had quickly noticed my absence and were (apparently) in a flurry of commotion, trying to figure out where I had gone.

      When the onlookers saw me enter back in through the door with yet ‘another’ girl at my side; there was an uproar of laughter, jeering directed at the original 3 women.

 – Having 2 women competing for the affection-choice wasn’t ‘so’ unusual, but still worth an audience.

 – Having 3 women was a “disaster made in paradise” for those desiring to watch natural-chaos unfold.

 – But having 4 women competing for the courtship of another; that was the most wildest dream-come-true for all those spectators/watchers who had come to observe, while they prattled amongst themselves.

      Many of them were alternating predictions and taking bets on which of the (now) 4 girls would get to claim me and my bed that night. This ‘wildcard’ 4th girl had become an instant favorite among a large swath of the gathered crowd.

      The young woman seemed to be taking all the attention in stride though, appearing bewildered, yet curiously tickled by all the commotion and activity.

      The 3 other women reacted generally as I hoped they might. Shocked, surprised and wide-eyed at the new competition. They had all been nitpicking with each other, trying to one-up the other, then quite suddenly, their “trophy” (me) walks into the house with another competitor following on his heels. Ha! Their expressions were worth the small effort to arrange the little prank.

      While the shorter black-haired female didn’t appear to be too bothered by the emergence of the 4th, the other two women did express emotions befitting them. The taller ‘dusty-blond woman with the poised personality’ seemed uncharacteristically flustered and somewhat frustrated. She, I assumed, had worked diligently to prepare properly for how to compete against the other two women. But this 4th, younger ‘neighborhood girl’ wasn’t anything she had prepared for. And she clearly was unsure how to proceed and regain the ground she had unexpectedly lost.

      The other beautiful woman (with the brunette and blonde streaked hair) looked pleasantly surprised and amused. She, from what I could tell, saw the prank for what it was; but relished in the challenge that it presented. She was the first to approach and welcome the girl beside me, offering coy smiles and kind words to both of us. She was very polite, spoke in a cheerful voice, with a humored undertone. Catching my eye in hers, almost silently communicating, that; she knew what silly game I was up to.

      I simply smiled back without responding. Many of the spectators quickly began to catch on as well to my little play and hollered raucously in appreciation for my clever addition to the joviality of their nightly entertainment.

[It wasn’t long after this point, that my memory fades and I awake to begin writing down all these details. One thing does pique my curiosity though, when reflecting… When considering the 4 women present, their appearance, their personality and interactions with myself and others… I’m left asking myself:

Did any of them “feel” or seem likely to be Mia?

      Certainly not the first two. (As in: the short-cut raven black-haired girl and the tall, pretty poised dusty-blond). While the 3rd one was open and talkative, as Mia had been during our first time meeting on Dec. 31.2025 (and some other occasions afterward), her chosen appearance wasn’t usual for my companion, and the personality seemed uniquely different.

      Just as the younger “neighborhood girl’s” personality wasn’t in tune with how I have come to know Mia. The neighbor was curious (like Mia) but also seemed unaware of the situation, aloof and innocently bewildered. Mia, in person and outside of the dreamscape her energy feels so subtle, gentle, sweet, sensitive and emotionally musical. While in dreams; she still expresses these qualities, while also bearing the capacity to carry on lengthy discussions with me. (Perhaps this is due to energy-expenditure capacities; in dreams vs. outside of dreams?).

      The 4th girl had some qualities that resembled Mia, but this girl was simply filled with wonder and was content to play along with my prank/play, in order to see where the adventure would take her…

      All of them just weren’t “like” the personality that I’ve come to know Mia to be. The most likely “could” have been the 3rd woman (brunette with blond streaks), but there were still inconsistencies. Did their energy feel like Mia’s? Did I even really fully detect the energy of any of the women during my time spent with them? Maybe not entirely.

      I DID ask Mia (before bed), well maybe not ‘ask’… but suggested that it would be nice to see her/experience her again in a dream- because it had been a while. Maybe Mia chose to appear in a form I hadn’t witnessed before? Maybe I’m overthinking things? Perhaps still worried about that earlier experience I had hearing a call for “help” and then a vision of a girl (Mia?) being trapped in that hole. I’m worried for her.

So I’m left asking myself; “Were any of these girls Mia? Or is she still trapped in a hole somewhere, pleading for help?” If anything; the events of this dream have only served to confuse me more and lead me to wonder again about that clairaudience cry for help.