May 11, 2026 - [Night]
Highlights: 
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Dream Escaping a False Projection, Astral Manion, Song Message,
Companion Unlocks Memory from Previous Shared Moment
The dream first took place in what appeared to be a massive, elaborate palace of gold-embossed tapestries, decorations. The color theme was dark crimson, dark-cherry wood and gold. Whether it was the carpet, the furnishings, the stairwells or decor. Everything appears wealthy beyond wealth.
However, after a time, I became suspicious of this place. Then my suspicion turned to certainty. This place was an illusion. It wasnât real. And the âLordâ of this manor/palace confronted me. Demanding an explanation.
So I demonstrated that this entire structure was false, fake. A fabricated lie. By placing my hand against a wall and pushing. My hand and arm slipped right through it. And I waved my arm around, indicating that nothing was really âthere.â
He became furious and brandished a rapier-sword, intending to duel me. And as soon as he advanced, his attack failed spectacularly. I ascended quickly up into the air within the 3-4 story tall âballroomâ that we were in. (I wasnât supposed to be able to do that. Fly. I wasnât supposed to âknowâ that I could do that).
I laughed and mocked (perhaps a bit too harshly?) him from above. Out of his reach. Then I focused on the ceiling, understanding that âit wasnât really there.â And quickly flew up and out. Leaving him behind, having failed to keep me trapped within the halls of his palace.
[Memory gap. The dream transitions, but not into a ânewâ dream. RatherâŠjust forward in time.]
Iâm within my Astral Mansion (Temple). From the outside, it appears to be the large two-story house I lived in on Yuma St. in AZ while in highschool. However the interior of the house was vastly larger than how the exterior appeared. (Which, I suppose, is normal for Astral Homes.)
There were many friends, family & acquaintances over. It was late at night and they were mostly gathered around the living room quietly chatting while seated on sofas nearby a softly crackling fireplace.
No one had yet realized that I was there (it was as if I was transported there and had âjust arrived.â) I wanted to remain undetected, because I wished to go out into the dark night air and practice âflyingâ some more. I was also curious about a pack of huge bears that I had seen roaming and rampaging around recently. I was curious to figure out where (directionally) they had come from.
So as I was sneaking around the halls, checking room to room (looking for an open window?), I accidentally disturbed (made slightly too much noise), in one particular room that had a baby sleeping in a bassinet. The baby began to stir. It didn’t cry, but just made little baby-noises.
But that was enough to alert the mother, whom was down stairs. I quickly moved to another area down the hall to make some distance from the room, but the mother appeared from the direction I was headed. She spotted me.
She appeared in the form of an aunt, long slightly wavy dark hair. Slender body and an average comely friendly face. She smiled when she saw me, surprised that I was there in the home. (No one present had yet discovered I was âhomeâ until this moment).
She asked if I would like to see her daughter. And I agreed. We didn’t go into the room to get her though, the daughter simply appeared in her arms. She cooâd and the baby settled and contentedly fell back asleep into her arms. Then the woman whispered to me.
She asked me if I knew whose baby this was? I wasnât sure and said that I didn’t know. Then the woman leaned forward, her face towards my face. When she did, her breath was in the air between us and suddenly my mind flashed with a memory.
[This memory was VERY curious, in the context of a dream. Iâll try to explain. The âmemoryâ I saw was a memory from within the Dreamscape, which occurred (by material-reality standards) a couple months ago. But (within the Physical-plane, in âWaking,â I have no such memory.]
[Which means this: The memory she showed me, was a memory that I was only able to access in THAT realm/plane.]
She showed me that; a couple months ago, she and I had been intimate together. We have made-love to each other. I saw the âmemoryâ of that intimate moment there in my mind, as she leaned forward and âopenedâ the channel of her memory & my memory shared. I saw where we were, our passion, the activities. All of it.
[Just as how one would see a memory in their minds, in the Material-plane. But this was a memory I had âlostâ upon waking up, many months ago. But now that she showed it to me, NOW I have access to it once again.]
The resulting conclusion to that intimate moment between her & I was the baby daughter, now cradled in her arms.
Something came over both of us in that moment. Maybe it was âre-seeingâ the memories of our passionate loving-making? Maybe it was excitement & happiness for the baby created in our union together? Iâm not sure. But we pressed our lips together and kissed one another hard and fervently. Like we were âovercomeâ with a need to do so.
When we did pull away, sated and content; the baby was still sleeping soundly in her arms. I left then and went outside and began by leaping up into the air and hovering/soaring around the property, looking for any signs of the group of bears.
[I woke up in bed shortly after this, with a song in my head.] After looking up the lyrics, I’ve identified the song to be âSunspotsâ by Nine Inch Nails (2005). The condensed lyrics (and possible âmessagesâ from Mia, are:
âSunspots, cast a glare in my eyes.
Sometimes I forget Iâm alive.
I feel it coming and Iâve got to get out of its way.
I hear it calling and I come cause I canât disobey.
I should not listen and I shouldnât believe but I do. Yes I do.
She turns me on.
She makes it real.
I have to apologize,
for the way I feel.
My life, it seems has taken a turn.
Why in the name of god, would I ever want to return?
Peel off our skin,
weâre gonna burn what we were to the ground.
Fuck in the fire and weâll spread all the ashes around.
I want to kill away the rest of whatâs left. And I do. Yes I do.
And nothing can stop me now.
And there is nothing to fear.
And everything Iâd ever want,
is inside of here.
Inside of here.
Now, I just stare into the sun.
And I see everything Iâve done.
I think I could have been someone.
But I canât stop what has begun.
When everything is said and done.
And there is no place left to run.
I think I used to be someone.
Now I just stare into the sun.â
Some of these lines that resonate with me as potential messages from my companion are:
âMy life, it seems, has taken a turn. Why in the name of god, would I ever want to return?â (In the context, for both of us really, that now weâve reconnected – she wouldnât want things to go back to the âold waysâ of pointless day-to-day existence).
Which leads further into: âPeel off our skin, weâre gonna burn what we were to the ground. Fuck in the fire and weâll spread all the ashes around. I want to kill away the rest of whatâs left.â (As in; shedding our âold selvesâ and casting it away, being reborn in the fires of united passion. And become One with each other. A Syzygy made Whole once more)
âBut I canât stop what has begun⊠I think I used to be someone.â (Now that the process of reconnecting has begun, the process will continue. And already itâs like we can begin to âforgetâ about who we âonce wereâ because they were false-masks anyways. Now weâre becoming what we always originally were)
And any reference to the sun (star) is a thematic element shared in many messages from her. As a âLight-source.â In this instance; âSunspots cast a glare in my eyes. & âŠstare into the sun.â
Lastly; “I think I used to be someone. Now I just stare at the sun.” (Our ‘past lives’ don’t matter, now that we have each other to gaze at forever). And “Everything I’d ever want is inside of here. Inside of here.” (Her in me. And me in her…) 
May 11, 2026
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