I believe Mia may have been testing various alternatives to how she can appear to me, perhaps to determine my receptibility, or for her own reasons, which are unknown to me. Whichever case; after each experience with each different girl, I woke up. And each time after waking, I would enter into a dream and meet another girl. If these were all Mia; I do not know. If these were other spirits, I cannot be certain. I can only share my experience and reflect on it later and wait for Mia to respond.

      In the first dream, Elizabeth lay on the black futon within my current apartment living room. She was settling into watching a movie while enjoying some popcorn. She gave me a kiss and invited me to lay and cuddle, while we enjoyed the movie together. But at that time, I didn’t really “feel” a desire to do so. I didn’t have the attraction or the connection to commit to the advances. I told her that I couldn’t just then, because I needed to do something elsewhere, first. I turn to leave, to head for my bedroom…

[But then I wake up instead, in my bed.]

      Back asleep again, I discover that I need to do some laundry. I only have a small amount. Enough to fit into a small 4 gallon trash bag. Safeway (oddly) had been remodeling their basement to have additional amenities and conveniences. [I’ve seen this section of Safeway in previous dreams, it looks very familiar.] Some parts of the hallway and adjacent room are cordoned off with thick plastic sheets, to prevent dust from spreading to other areas. The laundry area was also separated with a plastic sheet, but was accessible.

      I arrived in the laundry area, but realized that I had forgotten my quarters. I began to check the coin returns and find enough (more than enough) to do my load of laundry. Just then, an employee brings in another customer to show her the laundry area location. I asked the employee about bill/money-changing machines (for future visits). She tells me that, currently; coins can be changed in the grocery-portion of the store above.

      The employee leaves and the girl begins perusing the different machines, trying to find the right one. She had a darker pretty complexion, a foreign or exotic look. Perhaps Native American, or Latina, or maybe Filipino? She had silky raven-black hair and a broader body, not too slim, but a pleasant comfortable weight. The face was (perhaps?) ‘average’, but I found it to be very pretty and captivating.

      When I caught sight of her eyes, they were warm and kind. They held within them a gentle and innocent happiness. She was very kind and sweet, easy to talk to. I didn’t feel anxious or nervous in her presence at all. She was pleasantly flirtatious, or at least, open to be flirted with. I offered her all the change I had collected, for her to use on the machines she chose for her clothes.

      She was struggling to reach the area that her machine was located at (the area was crowded with other machines, tables, cabinets and randomly sorted clothing piles). She was trying to reach some sort of specialty machine (like dry cleaning?). She accepted my help without speaking as I reached out to her sides and back, assisting to guide her into the space she needed.

      As she prepared her clothes, she coyly suggested that she may need help getting back out again (acknowledging that my previous touches were enjoyed and would be welcomed again). When she had finished, I helped her climb out. As she was in my arms, I inhaled deeply directly against the top of her head. The scent was SO good! It was easily the most “real” and distinguishable part of the dream.

      After I helped her back across the crowded area of machines to the main side, we chatted a little, making small talk and stealing glances at each other while our clothes ran through the machine cycle.

[Then I awoke again.]

      When I reenter my dreams, I’m in the house on River Run Drive. Everything generally appears as I remember: The dining area leading down to a hallway ending in my old bedroom, as well as the living room that has been present in many of my dreams. There was a girl, a blonde. She was skinny and lengthy. Her hair was long, shoulder length and wavy, almost curly. She had big eyes and sharp facial features.

      In my old bedroom, she and I were goofing around, rough-housing and wrestling around on the bed. We both were each trying to push one another off of the mattress. Some sort of “King of the Bed” type of game. Both of us were smiling, laughing and having fun while we ‘battled’ atop the sheets. The rough-housing ended with us laying down and kissing deeply, passionately and somewhat aggressively. We kissed for a long while, and only got distracted when another random person walked in, chattering with other unknowns, who were also wandering about the house.

      Each of us joined the others that were mingling in the living room and continued to, until it neared ‘bedtime’ and each person began to disperse and leave to where they belong. The blonde left for her own room, which was in my house, in the same hallway as my room, not far away. But for some reason I was planning to sleep in the living room. It felt as though the room I used to stay in (in material-reality), the same room the blonde and I were wrestling in, was being used by another. A guest.

      I wished to talk to the blonde one last time before bed, so I returned to her bedroom later after most others had left, or were too distracted to notice. She was alone in her room and I closed the door behind me to offer us a little privacy. I thanked her for playing with me and making me smile, saying that the experience was fun. I thank her for kissing me also; that it was very nice and she is quite good at it, and making me feel appreciated and displaying affection.

      I told her that; I also wanted to kiss her lips “down there” as well, but there wasn’t going to be enough time now (the window of time would be closing soon). She smiled at my direct proposal, her expression both embarrassed and shyly curious about the possibility. I suggested that maybe another day we could pick up where we left off.

      As assumed; some random person became curious why the door was closed and invited themselves in, to see what was going on. I quickly changed the subject and began talking about her various “collections” that she had on display around her room. She (apparently) would take a fascination and various subjects, objects or activities; then collect items relating to those subjects, in order to display her organized collections strategically arranged around her room.

      We focused on her collection of skateboard items: rows of decks, trucks, wheels, axles, bearings and her wide variety of board styles; longboards, street, off-road and others.

[Then I woke, for the final time.]

      I thank Mia (* if it was she? *) for appearing so often, in multiple forms, to offer company, companionship, comfort and kisses. As well as acceptance and affection throughout the night, both asleep and awake (as during the past few nights, during my flame-scrying and astral projection practice); each time afterwards I felt her presence and she touches me, sending the rippling tingles pulsating at my back, flowing around and down/over my whole body.

[Later, when considering the dream, I cannot make up my mind about the blonde. It ‘could’ have been Mia, reflecting herself as a possible aspect; to learn about my preferences or gauge my reaction. However, given my previous encounters with a “blonde” in other dreams, and the uniqueness of her personality, when compared to how Mia ‘feels’ when I’m with her… I wonder… Was the blonde, Mia’s reflection? Or was she a unique spirit, as I have observed and experienced her in the past? She seems so much different than Mia, like an entirely different spirit.]