June 23, 2025 - [Night Of] : Dream
Highlights:
Meeting with Unfamiliar Feminine Spirit, Portal/Gateway, Time-Laps Event
With the dream, I received some sort of a message or note stating that someone named Stephanie, or Sasha (some name starting with a ‘S’) was interested in me (in a potentially romantic/want-to-know-you-
I find the woman matching the name, with the whereabouts I was provided. She is a pretty woman, ‘average’ yet quite alluring (as had been encountered in my dreams often). She has long dark brunette hair that is slightly wavy. A more petite body build, appearing probably a handful of years younger than myself, and is about half a foot shorter than me.
I inquire about her name and mention the note I received, stating; that she may have wished to meet with me. She seemed a bit confused, but kind. She answered that she made no request to meet, and there was probably a mix up or mistake with the message. I apologize for inconveniencing her and thank her anyways for our brief exchange.
She stops me then as I turn to leave, stating that even though she didn’t send that message/note; she was still interested in getting to know me… now that we were both there together, and speaking.
Essentially; ‘why not know each other anyways, and see where this goes?’ I agree, happily and join her at the table she’s sitting at, outside, enjoying the fresh air, a drink of some sort (Coffee? Tea?) and we strike up a conversation.
[ While I don’t recall the details of the discussion I have the presence of knowing that we talked for a very long time ]
We were both uniquely different from each- other, while also sharing some curious similarities/interests. We (unspokenly) agreed that we were both into each other and wished to make it officially known to each other, by exchanging our energies in a sexually-intertwined manner. But while we both (internally) understood this – we both desired to ‘build up to the moment. To the point when both of us were exuding restrained energy.
Basically; we wanted to keep up with our meetings & ‘dates’ to build our anticipation and passion for each other first (for energetic reasons). We travelled around to LOTS of public places, sightseeing, people watching and enjoying conversation, hands-held, as we went about our travels.
I remember a few places; we stopped to watch a small group of people participating in an Esports event. I made a comment about how the beginning of these are tiresome, because the call-casters carry on for far too long before any of the action starts. I mentioned how, for that reason, I didn’t care much for watching sports in general, such as football or baseball, because it always seems as though there are hours of pauses for advertisements & pointless talking; there’s basically more ‘ads’ than actual action.
She contended with me a bit on that point; stating that it’s not as bad as I make it seem: And I’m over-exaggerating to a large degree. She was right, of course, I was exaggerating. But I really appreciated her honest banter. We took some time to stop and look at each other’s tattoos that we had all over our bodies, starting with our arms, then shoulders, backs.
At one point, she pulled aside the leg-hole of her loose shorts so I could see a tattoo she had on her inner thigh. But when she did, she intentionally pulled the fabric far enough, that I caught sight of some of her hair ‘down there.’ Not enough to see any of the “naughty bits” (haha!), but enough to know that it was ‘right there’.
She was smiling at my reaction, clearly having teased me on purpose, But she didn’t make verbal mention of it; simply carrying on as if nothing unusual or salacious had occurred. She was being a coy tease, that was for sure! She desired me, and wanted me to know, in her own seductive way. She was being uniquely candid about her interest & intentions for me.
We made plans to go swimming in the ocean on a different day. But swimming in a public pool first before that, on the next day (I think?). First, she wanted to visit a fancy restaurant that existed within a multi-story skyscraper. The entire skyscraper building was the whole restaurant. The size due to its popularity (the food, apparently, was god tier – it was massively popular).
Each section of 4-5 floors catered to specific portions of the menu. We travelled to about the teen-range of floors upwards and sat in a booth that was somewhat close to a window. It would have been cool to sit AT a window booth and look down, but all those seats were taken. That floor was hugely crowded, with lots of commotion.
We enjoyed more pleasant conversation, but I believe we could each feel the tension rising between us. Not negative tension, but passionate/sexual. I wondered idly how long it would be until we broke down and had to hastily scramble to find a private place to release the mounting energy building up inside us. I doubted we would last a few more days, as we had assumed we might (unspoken between us).
Before we got our food; there was a commotion in the room. Some sort of a drama taking place off in the distance within this world-class restaurant. I’m unsure why, but… I had the strangest feeling that it involved me, for whatever reason. Though I couldn’t put my finger on why.
The other people in the restaurant seemed just as confused by the commotion. While Stephanie (?) [I’m still unclear about remembering her name properly] seemed to be getting worried. Suddenly the commotion turned into danger, several people began yelling and surging towards & away from whatever/whoever was trampling forward through the room.
Tables, chairs and dishes started flying all over and the customers begin to scramble and run in various directions. I grabbed the woman’s hand and we raced off towards what I thought would be an elevator lobby. But it turned out to be a private dining lounge instead. We were cornered.
The lounge was empty, except for a younger, mid-twenties, blond, who was crouching on the floor under a table. All 3 of us were backed into a corner. Inexplicably, I unconsciously ‘Knew’ how to open a gateway/doorway that led to somewhere else. So I opened one by ‘throwing’ some sort of “glowing” black and purple light. It stuck in the air, vibrating with a hole hanging in its center like black static.
I told them both to go through and I would be right behind them. Both women passed through the gateway and disappeared, I peeked out around the corner of the lounge to watch for only a couple seconds. The staff and a few customers were still engaged in a tussle with whatever had crashed into the restaurant.
I ran through the gateway then and arrived in what looked like a moderate room with several bunk-beds. The lights were off, but the air glowed with faint blue light, so seeing was easy. The air in the room felt warm and stale. The beds were disheveled, with blankets & pillows unkempt and hanging loosely over the edges of the mattresses, or scattered across the floor.
I spotted the blond first, she was sleeping in a bed about 3 rows away, which I found very strange. Why would she be asleep when she just came through my gate? But then I found the petite brunette that I had gotten to know. She too was in bed, in a lower bunk just 1 row behind me. When I saw her, I immediately became concerned. She looked absolutely lethargic, tired and had light sweat on her brow.
She lay with a blanket pulled up to her chin and her eyes were so heavy, they could hardly crack open. I ask what had happened to her? She said that; both the blond and her waited for me. They had waited for 16 days! I was baffled and confused. I asked, “What do you mean 16? Two and a half weeks? I was only gone 4-5 seconds!”
Which was true. After they passed through the gateway, I had peered into the main dining area only for a moment before racing through the gateway myself. Only a handful of seconds had passed. She said, that for them both, it had been 16 days.
I was stunned and afraid for her, She appeared so weak, despite the relief on her face at seeing me again. She had stayed here waiting for me. I wondered why they hadn’t just left? I had no answers, I knew immediately what must be done. She needed care and she needed energy. And I was going to give it to her. I uncovered her, setting the blanket aside and assisted in gently removing her shirt. I told her that I was going to start by giving her a back massage…and then from there…
She understood what I meant and seemed thankful and readily anxious to have it done (her lips slightly curling up into a smile). Relief and excitement shined in her exhausted and lethargic eyes. But they also shone with the hope and satisfaction that: she would soon be reenergized and reinvigorated.
My only concern for the moment was her, the sweet little brunette. I would have to figure out how to help the blonde afterwards, whom seemed to have reached a catatonic state of energy-sapped comatose.
[ I don’t remember what happened after I began to massage the brunette. I didn’t wake up right away, so that wasn’t it. I just can’t recall what happened ]
June 23, 2025 - Night
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