April 23, 2026 - [Night] : DREAM
Highlights: 
Companion Invites Me to Her Astral Home/Mansion, Flirtation Interrupted,
Mia Curious/Humored with Conversation, Discussions of Lovecraft
I was outside speaking to a (unrecognized) male friend/acquaintance outside when a woman (not far off from us) was insistently trying to get my attention. She was teasingly shooting large nerf-gun like projectiles at me, one at a time until I approached her.
She was down some sort of embankment that had a small roofed shelter set above a reclining chair, a shelved end-table and stacks of books & movies.
I saw that she had Trigun playing on the TV behind her. I told her that I liked that anime and actually ended up naming a pet dog “Vash the Stampede” at one point (a little toy Pomeranian).
She was curious to know more details about me, so I began to describe various things I enjoyed doing. Such as drawing, painting & writing. She perked up at the mention of these and invited me into her house with her (we basically ‘transported’ there, because we weren’t where we had previously been).
The house looked unfamiliar to me, so it wasn’t my ‘Mansion’ (astral-temple). We lay on a bed in a VERY open concept and wide living space on the first floor. It was the middle of the day and sunlight could be seen through the windows throughout the whole area.
Her hair was long (past her shoulders) and had a slight wavy texture. It was mostly brunette, but had a sheen of coppery-red as well. She had a sweet and wholesome face (friendly & girl-next door quality). She was slim/thin/skinny, but also wasn’t heavy. A perfect healthy weight somewhere between. Curvy & soft and subtly alluring and comfortable to be near. [This was a very familiar ‘vibe’ appearance-wise, as seen in the past unique to Mia.]
She wore a loose thin cotton white tank-top shirt (with straps for the shoulders). There was a short V-shape slit down the front, from which she wore no bra underneath (something perhaps worn commonly to bed). I could see her breasts as she moved about on the bed, changing her angle and positions. She knew that I could see and (unvoiced) seemed to want me to look/peek.
We talked of knowledgeable subjects, testing our intelligence and she displayed her own by the detail and subjects that she shared with me. She asked about my history with cats (she had a few racing up & down on/off her bed), and mentions that they are mystical creatures. I apologize because I startled one away when I moved around on her bed.
She wasn’t concerned. I tell her of my experience with my first dog ever. Then she asks about clothing for animals. She seemed curious, fascinated, with the idea and joyfully humored by how silly it seemed.
We both laughed as I tell her the stories of me putting knitted dog sweaters and jackets onto my first small dog (a yorkie-mutt mix). She laughed as I described how my dog would attempt to walk across the snow with her little ‘boots’ on. The woman seemed delighted by my stories of animal clothing on small dogs.
We continue talking, testing our similarities in tastes, subjects, interests; drawing more and more closer together. Light touching here and there, moving closer as we shift around, talk and lay on the bed. Flirting with our eyes, our smiles and unspoken words.
Some younger looking guy walks past the bed, on his way outside and makes a teasing comment about how I’m hiding something ‘hard’ under the covers from her. She uses the moment as an excuse to “verify” such a ‘wild claim’ and she reaches her hand under the covers to find out for herself. I allow her to, without protest. She confirms it for herself and seems very pleased.
I slowly move forward as she pulls me into a position whereby I’m just above her. We are about to (maybe?) kiss and continue with what we both want. But an older (elderly) looking woman walks into the room huffing. She begins to “reprimand” us, asking: ‘What we were going to be doing? Just having relations right there in the center of the house, with everyone milling about. And during the middle of the day, of all times?’
She complains to someone (another unseen older woman) in an adjacent room, stating; ‘It’s 2:00 in the afternoon and we’re just going to start doing that, here, right now?’
We move apart, slightly embarrassed by the interruption, but still in good spirits. I try to diffuse the situation and obscure the fact that; yes, we would have definitely started had we not been interrupted. I brought up the subject of H.P. Lovecraft and asked both older ladies and Mia which was their favorite story. (Lovecraft had come up in Mia & I earlier conversation).
All four of us; the 2 older ladies, Mia and myself, all get into a very lengthy conversation about Lovecraft’s writing style, the details of his stories, which we liked best, some of the nuances of how he started some of his stories. I said my 2 favorites are; Whisperer in the Darkness & In the Wall of Eryx. But I also really liked At the Mountains of Madness.
The first lady forgot all about the ‘inappropriate’ timing & place for lovemaking, as the discussion leaned more toward the authorship & details of Lovecraftian works. She mentioned wanting to channel H.P. himself in a sort of seance-like communication method, in order to ask him questions. I silently, humorously, thought that if we did; maybe I could jokingly and sneakily ask the entity that receives the request to summon Dagon. Just to see what would happen!
[Then I awoke shortly after this point, never actually participating in channeling Lovecraft].
April 23, 2026
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