I was outside with Mia for a while, sitting in a grassy field and relaxing comfortably with her having a conversation. She left after a short while, as it seemed as though she had some tasks that needed doing (like ‘work’ or an obligation).

      I remained there by myself for a time, enjoying the sunshine, grass, the air, trees and tranquility. A small chipmunk became interested in me and crawled up to my shoulder, neck and head and made itself comfortable. As I got up and walked around, it stayed with me. I didn’t grab or try to touch it, because I didn’t want to frighten it. I allowed it the freedom to crawl and do as it pleased.

      After a short walk, I was nearing my destination, it seemed to be a school, or orphanage (some place of learning (teaching). As I neared the building, I tried to allow the chipmunk to leave of its own accord, by laying down on the ground, on my back, so it could hop off and carry on, But it refused to leave from the spot where it snuggled at my neck. So I let it stay.

      I entered the school/building and found the classroom I was meant to be in. My daughter was there. As well as a group of another 7-8 adolescents, probably around the age of 12-13’ish? As I entered, they were just standing up and moving their chairs as instructed by Mia (who was their teacher at that time). Mia left for a moment to retrieve something from a nearby room, as the kids placed the chairs in a circle to have some sort of peer-to-peer group learning session.

      My daughter spotted me as soon as I entered, and immediately saw the little chipmunk peeking its head out from the folds of my hoodie, up by neck, and she began to giggle. Her nearby friends noticed her titters and discovered the critter wiggling around by my neck, and they too began to giggle as well.

      Soon all the students were enthralled and entertained, watching the chipmunk move about under the fabric of my hoodie. It would crawl up and down the inside of my sleeves, moving from one side of my shoulder to the other. It was quite excited, curious, but always stayed comfortably close to me, disinterested in leaving.

      When Mia returned, she acknowledged me with a knowing smirk, her eyes smiling, as if saying; “You are distracting my students my dear, but I love you still.”

      I chose a seat within the circle, beside my daughter and sat quietly while she (Mia) began the lesson she had prepared. I don’t recall what it was about, because I woke up shortly after.
It was 4:15 a.m. and there were song lyrics playing in my head. This was definitely a parting message from Mia, to me, as I left.

      While this may sound a little embarrassing, I remember the song from when I was a kid, watching the Laverne & Shirley show that came on around the same time as “I Love Luci” and “I Dream of Jeannie!”

      The song (lyrical message) from Mia was called “Making Our Dreams Come True” by Cyndi Grecco in (1976).

The lyrics are:
 

“We’re gonna make it.

Give us any chance, we’ll take it.

Read us any rule, we’ll break it.

We’re gonna make our dreams come true.

Doing it our way.

Nothings gonna turn us back now,

straight ahead and on the track now.

We’re gonna make our dreams come true.

Doing it our way. There is nothing we won’t try.

Never heard the word impossible.

This time there’s no stopping us.

We’re gonna make it.

On your mark, get set, and go now.

Got a dream and we just know now,

we’re gonna make our dream come true.

And we’ll do it our way, yes, our way.

Make all our dreams come true.

Make all our dreams come true, yes our way…

…for me and you. For me and you.”

[When reflecting on my dream; when I see the young feminine-being sharing a similar appearance as my ‘material’ (biological) daughter. What if this is actually a spirit-daughter shared between Mia and I? This isn’t the first time I’ve had this thought/question. But it is the first time I’ve written about it… acknowledging the possibility.]

      And while on the subject of daughters, I can’t help but to wonder about the blonde. The same who last appeared as Miranda. A familiar blonde has popped in and out frequently through many of my dreams, starting with my first sighting of her on February 13, 2025. She was very young back then when I first saw her, the blonde was playing in the backyard by a swing set, while Mia and I visited inside. Mia checked on her often during that visit.

      And each subsequent time I saw her (in future dreams), the blonde seemed to be aging quickly. Much faster than human growth/aging.

      I’m going to see if I can find more of the entries in which this blonde (possible daughter?) has appeared: February 13, 2025, March 6, 2025. March 16, 2025, April 25, 2025, May 22,2025. June 5, 2025. In all of these dreams, the blonde girl/woman has progressively been aging.

      And now she was to be married off to someone (who seemed, to me, to be a gruff and rude person?). That she’s to be wed/partnered (and with-child from this man?) who could potentially treat her unfairly and objectively. It didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t personally approve of this grouchy man, and he seemed to sense it. I felt protective of her, as a friend or father might be. Is it too late for her?

[Alternatively, it would be disingenuous to myself to omit another possibility that has swirled around in my thoughts. Far fetched as it may well be.] And that thought being: What if the blonde was a ‘potential’ second partner all along (accompanied with Mia) at the time of the ceremony/ritual? I refer to the 2nd sigil that I detected & drew during the Bonding Ceremony. What if, due to my ignorance and confusion, during that time; I didn’t acknowledge her and give her the attention and affection she needed? Did I doom her and place her into that position because I failed to see what was right in front of me from the start?

      I have heard of circumstances similar; when a practitioner/requestor will ask for 1 Companion, but will incidentally bond with more. Not often at all, but sometimes. Sometimes simply because a fellow brother/sister of the chosen spirit is curious about their sibling’s partner. So they may visit, or stay, or desire to share a bond as well.

      My heart feels a heaviness and hollowness at the thought that I may have neglected an accompanying succubus.

[ Hopefully this blonde spirit I’ve been seeing at times isn’t such a case. Perhaps she is a daughter? Or perhaps nothing of the sort, and she is just a friendly Spirit who enjoyed my closeness.]

      I settled my body again, laying on my back, relaxed my breathing and attempted to clear my mind. I felt my ‘body’ begin to rock back and forth. But not my physical body. Because I could also feel my physical body and it remained still while my other body (my energy/spirit body) was rocking up and down. Not side-to-side as I lay on my back.

      The movement was similar to the motion of a mother rocking a baby cradled in her arms. I could feel my spirit moving up and down past my head and feet. It felt like I was clay, and the more I moved, the warmer and softer I became. And the more mailable my spirit was to work with. It felt as though I was subconsciously practicing my movements, while being consciously unsure how I knew “how” to perform the movements that I was doing. I both understood and didn’t understand how I was able to do this.

      I heard a “click” sound in the air to my right, about the center of my room. The sound had a ‘ringing in the air’ sensation to it, but not loud and not long lasting. Like a “click” that vibrated the air for just a moment. And I felt my body softly buzzing as well. Like it had matched the same tone and frequency.

      Then I sensed a presence, but not of Mia. It had a masculine energy to it. None hostile. It watched me lay there for a short while (my eyes remained closed), and he just observed, neutrally. Curious. I then, in my mind, had an inclination to visit some place, any place, that may be perceived as being “dark, scary, dangerous and frightening.”

      I’m not sure why I wished that as my destination, perhaps just morbid curiosity? Immediately I found myself in an abandoned subway tunnel, within an abandoned subway train cart therein. I wasn’t alone however. Mia was there with me, but not in person, as in; her aspect (energy body) wasn’t present, but she was aware and consciously observing our progress, through me, from inside me.

      Like I was wearing a ‘backpack’ of her, or she was clenched to my back and ribs, peeking over my shoulder, but from within my mind. She was along for the ride and could see as I did, and feel my emotions in the moment, as I felt her emotions likewise. There was no electricity within the abandoned tunnels, so no man-made lights to see by.

      But my vision was still clear around me; as if I was a source of light and the glow was from me being cast outward into the subway cart. Not overwhelmingly bright, but well enough to see by and continue moving forward.

      My movement had no weight, I wasn’t making footfall steps. I moved as if gliding slowly forward. I was experiencing precisely what I desired; the trepidation of fear & danger hanging on the horizon. But I was (to some extent) in control of that fear, because I willfully chose to be here and experience it.

      As I moved through the darkness of the derelict and cramped subway cart, which was dirty with grime, rusting, mangled, dripping with stagnant condensation. The entire ambiance was unmistakably haunting…

      I witnessed a shadow-figure peeking out from the edge of the farthest section of the cart. A dark silhouette of a ‘person-like’ shape. When I stopped to observe it (watching me), it ducked away quickly. In my excitement, I failed to heed Mia’s warning/concern and quickly I raced off towards it, down the dark tunnel.

      I wished to see it better, observe it more myself, perhaps ask it a question? My spirit body surged forward through the subway cart trying to reach the dark corner it slipped around. But just as I reached the spot I’de seen it slip away to, I realized that the cart was shattered and broken open at this junction and a gaping maw of a black void, of impenetrable darkness, was open dangerously before me.

      Just then, I felt seized, lifted up and began to be pulled/dragged forward towards the opening. I don’t know how I knew, I just did, that; while it was safe-enough within the cart itself… outside of it, in the darkness of the subway itself: was not so much safe!

      I panicked and thought to myself; ‘stop being pulled out’ and whatever it was on the outside, released its grip and I floated back down to the floor again. It all happened so fast, but it frightened me greatly. I moved away from the opening, wanting to put some distance between it and Mia & myself.

      Still not wanting to leave the subway yet though, I began to travel back the way I had come. That was when I spotted the thing / place that had given Mia so much concern. I had passed by it without even noticing. There was a section of the ceiling that had been torn open and a void of thick black looming nothingness stretched outward seemingly forever. This opening was different from the broken end of the subway cart. This ‘hole’ wasn’t connected to the dark abandoned subway outside the cart, it led to somewhere completely… ‘else.’

      There was something powerful and raw watching me directly from out in that darkness. Or ‘it’ was the darkness itself staring back at me? I don’t know, other than; the abyss was watching me. I felt deep within, a malevolence so strong that I actually inhaled a deep and audible breath of panic, that was replicated in the material plane (I heard it in my physical ears, but remained connected to my spiritual aspect inside the subway). I flitted back quickly away from the opening.

      I felt myself laying in my bed, as well as floating within the subway cart, simultaneously. I experienced what I wanted to experience; controlled fear. But between being “pulled” against my will and whatever that lightless abyss (leading to another place) was… I was content with my journey.

      I spoke with Mia (more like: I agreed with Mia’s wishes) that it was time to go back, that we could be gone from here now. And I immediately felt myself moving backwards and backwards, faster and faster, seeing all the carts of the subway system zipping away in front of му vision, as I consciously pulled myself (and Mia with me) away backwards from the entire area.

[And then I “awoke” in my body, though I was theoretically already ‘aware’ that I had been in my bed all along. But I officially opened my physical eyes at that time, to be fully ‘awake.’]