March 6, 2025 - [Night Of] : Dream

Highlights: 

Caretaking/Safeguarding Younger Spirit for Companion, 

Astral Mansion & Time Distortion

      Somewhat of a confusing dream (alternate space/plane), but worthy of note and memorable that it deserves  a place within this journal. Especially since Mia or another succubus (or both) most likely were involved. I didn’t recognize any other person, save except having the “comfortable familiarity” with 2 feminine beings in particular. All others had unchanging, but familiar faces: and were inconsequential and unimportant.
 
 
      The location  seemed set in Cottonwood, AZ; primarily the living room of the house located at River Run Drive. Which is, of course, the same setting as many of my interactions I’ve shared with Mia. 
 
 
      The two female figures in the dream were the most significant (while those others hardly mattered and eventually faded away over time. The two females, their “forms” (appearance) was never entirely complete. Their appearance would constantly shift, change, and be different. However, I always knew it was them, despite the altering forms. Their signature, or energy (vibe) was unique and unchanging no matter how they may have appeared. 
 
 
      One was an adult female who would mostly appear as having long semi-wavy brunette hair. She was tall and broad of body, having a more Amazon-like build. [In times past, Mia has appeared to me in such a way. And I feel the same was true for this occurrence as well: that this feminine figure was likely Mia]. 
 
 
      The other was an older teen female, but much more slender and most often seen with blondish to dirty-blonde hair color. Something I find peculiar about the dream was; I “communicated” with the dark-brunette female woman the most, yet ‘saw’ her the least. While I “saw” (spent the majority of time) with the blonde female, but ‘communicated’ with her the least. It felt as though the older brunette feminine figure was in constant contact with me, but was “understood” through my mind, through our connected consciousness. 
 
 
      In this place we all were, the blonde kept leaving, disappearing – almost as if she was absentmindedly and simply ‘wandering off’ because she was curious to just keep “going off somewhere.” As if; she simply wanted to go meet someone (anyone) or just go to a new place, simply for the mere sake of ‘being there.’ 
 
 
      She wasn’t intentionally or deliberately trying to be a hassle, or handful; she just had an inquisitive mind and a spark of wanderlust. But for the brunette woman, this was a problem; because she needed the blonde to stay put in one place long enough (and not wander off to who-knows-where) while she [the brunette] took care of some other matters. So, the brunette woman left me in charge of the younger blonde (like I was ‘babysitting’ sort of…). 
 
 
      The ‘time’ was strange to (concept of time) in the dream as well, because both “several days” would pass in the dream, while only feeling like a few hours. But during the course of those days, I would keep an eye on the blonde. Go where she wanted. We would travel here and there, and I would mostly allow her to freely wander as she pleased, but I would always stay close to her side, to ensure she didn’t journey off someplace that no one would find her, and she would become “lost.” 
 
 
      Sometimes I would bring her back to the living room (as it appeared in River Run) so that we could sit on the couch together in order to rest between our little journeys. Every day we were together though, she wore a light cotton sundress. And whether there were other ‘people’ around or us not, she would reach under her dress and take off her panties. She was not embarrassed or bashful. The opposite, in fact. Her facial expression was always remain passively calm and collected (neutral): as if doing this was the most normal and natural thing to do.
 
 
      Each time she did this, she would look directly into my eyes, making particular care to ensure that I was noticing her doing so. She would either stuff the panties into the couch cushions or carelessly drop them on the ground, during the times that we sat outside in a public setting (bench) together. Then she would wait for me to engage with her. She would slightly part her legs, so that there was just enough room for me to rest my hand between her thighs. 
 
 
      This part was unusual as well (so far as ‘dreams’ go) because while I ‘did’ enjoy that I was able to gently and lightly trace my hand and fingers over her soft and wet ‘area’ (there was no denying that I enjoyed it); it was also done; for her benefit as well – Maybe even MORE so to her own benefit. It’s almost as if she needed to have that done, in order to “ground” (‘center’ or focus) her to the place/location where we currently were – so she would be less likely to wander off or disappear someplace. 
 
 
      That was what the taller brunette was essentially communicating to me; That I needed to keep a watchful eye on her (the blonde), to make certain I knew where she was at all times. But also, I needed to keep her “sated” – so she would be less likely to ‘want’ to wander off (intentionally or not). The blonde barely spoke at all. Maybe I recall the utterance of a word or two, but nearly no communication was shared between us. Yet I saw her the most within the dream. Interacted the most with her. While the womanly brunette; I was in continual communication. But adversely, only ‘saw’ her at the beginning of the dream, when she was initially requesting my help to maintain a watchful presence around the blonde. 
 
 
      In waking; it seems pretty clear to me, that the taller Amazon-like brunette (whom communicated through my mind) was most certainly Mia, my beloved companion spirit-mate. As for the blonde female…? Was she too, a succubi? A Lilin? It seems plausible; based on the events of the dream, what she ‘required’ for satiation and her proclivities to want to wander off, explore and her unashamed-actions to fulfill her base desires/needs.  And while I cannot confirm the specifics of who she may be, I do have a hunch, or theory… an unexpected curiosity(?)

March 6, 2025
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