[ I’m not necessarily sure if this dream has any relevance to Mia or I, or if it was scattered random thoughts, or if I was interacting astrally with another. But since I recalled a fair sum of it, it is prudent of me to add here, for reflection later.]

      I saw Miranda Rusco (a girl who graduated the same year as I), but not as she was in high school. I saw her as if aged 20 years; as an adult. Curiously, she had the same long/straight blonde hairstyle that Crystal Lewman did, from my memory of that time.

      I was in my car, with my daughter, *[My daughter appears as my earthly/ material/ biological daughter appears]* possibly teaching her to drive(?) as; I was in the passenger seat. We are parked in a parking lot when I spotted Miranda outside of her car. I was excited to see her and climbed out the passenger window to walk across the lot and greet her.

      I rush over to her and she spots me coming and recognizes me, with a smile of elation. I lift her up in my arms and carry her to her car, setting her on the hood, so we can talk. My daughter approaches, curious to see who I’m talking to, but mostly she seems annoyed that I left the car and she’s impatient, wanting us to go.

      I asked her to wait in the car, giving her the keys and suggesting that she could listen to music. My daughter left, but seemed to be jealous and impatient, but I really felt that I wanted to reconnect with Miranda, and tell her what I wanted to tell her for years. I thought that if I could at least get her number or address, I could explain later, if she didn’t have time now.

      As she sat on the hood, some of her friends and family began gathering together around the car, having some sort of discussion or debate among themselves. One of the family members places a box on the hood and we peek over the top to see a litter of baby bunnies all huddled together and sleeping. It was just then that I noticed for the first time that this woman (who appears as an adult Miranda); is pregnant, just barely showing.

      Her family asks me if I think it is a girl or a boy. I’m immediately certain that it would be a boy, and answer as much. We all go inside a large entertainment hall/building for large ceremonies. It seems as though I learned that she was to be wed the following day? I follow her around, as she seemed to want me to be near her.

[ I can’t explain exactly why, but I felt that this was not Mia. In fact, it felt like it could have really been Miranda herself, or at least someone else very skilled in creating the appearance as she may have/could look 20 years later. But the energy and personality wasn’t my companion Mia.]

      Everyone and everything happening in the building was busy, clustered and chaotic. It was hard to talk to her, and I was trying to be subtle about getting her info, so that I could communicate privately later about my thoughts. And I knew, somehow, that my time was running out.

      She spots her future husband and things feel tense. He seemed like a controlling person. He’s much older than her (so he appears, at least). A ‘no nonsense’ kind of demeanor. He seems immediately put-off and agitated about me being there. He acts as though he can detect that I am there specifically for some reason related to Miranda. *[As if he suspects that I can influence or cancel the wedding ceremony, if I choose.]* He doesn’t like it, nor me.

      I tried to be as cordial as I can, but he behaves dismissive and rude towards me, while aggressive and insensitive towards Miranda. I give up trying to converse with the man, he is an ass and not worthy of my energy or attention. But I make note not to forget about his behavior and how it may affect Miranda.

      From that point forward she and I continue away, attempting to conceal our conversation as we walk the hallways and find some benches to sit on in the midst of a large group. She is very distracted with all the people trying to speak with her. I ask for her contact information, but she seems hesitant to provide (fearful of repercussions). I try my best to begin explaining some of my thoughts and regrets and missed opportunities I’ve had since the time I’ve known her, from when we were younger…

[But before I can really get into the details, I awake as my alarm goes off. Time was up.]

(Last thought: The reason that I tried to be nice to the man, and not influence or affect the ceremony plans was: The blonde’s (Miranda’s) smile and happiness appeared genuine. She seemed excited to “have someone.” Even if the guy seemed like a jerk to me – I still wanted to honor Miranda’s excitement.)

[Weird thought: But in that moment it came to my mind; is this ‘excitement’ what a succubus would feel when about to be bonded to a human companion?]