May 22, 2025 - [Night Of] : Dream 🚀
Highlights:Â
Visiting My Companion’s Daughter/Sister(?),Â
Piloting Uniquely Otherworldly Spacecraft/Flying-craft for Enjoyment
[Dream]:
   The long-haired blond girl has returned. We are lounging on a large “C”-shaped sectional sofa. There is some sort of play or theatrical performance happening at the room’s center. But we are hardly paying attention. There are two girls on the couch with me, and they seem to know each other. As friends? Sisters?
   The blond, of course, who still seems familiar to me (I’m sure this is the same who has shown up in previous dreams). The other girl was a short-cut curly haired brunette (who didn’t seem familiar to me).
   I’m lounging behind them as they talk. The blond lays down on her stomach (the couch is very wide and long, offering plenty of space to spread out). I massage the muscles on her back, beside her spine. At first it tickles and she wiggles a bit. But her friend encourages her to try to stay still so I could continue, stating that it’ll really help her to relax and it feels nice.
   I continue. And she does relax and melts into the massage, quietly enjoying the sensation. As I concluded the back rub, the blond sits up, turns to me, taking my face in her hands and affectionately gives me little peck-kisses on my lips. Like 3-4 of them, but she does this softly and deliberately, so that I’m able to feel the smooth moistness and contours of her delicate lips. Then she leans into my chest with her shoulder and back, relaxing into me while idly staring at the performance.
   We follow each other around for many hours after that, sometimes hand-in-hand, sometimes I pick her up in both my arms (cradling) and carry her. I remember one moment that I carried her across several lanes of traffic (though I’m unsure why I did this? Wouldn’t it have been easier for us to cross while both on foot ?).
   The highlight of our little outing together had to be the flight we took on/in a strange craft. It was like (if I could use an approximate reference) a combination of a motorcycle (meant for 2 riders) and a hang-glider. It was metal, intricately detailed with multiple layers and sharp angles, and definitely motorized; But with jet propulsion (yet soundless).
   We didn’t climb atop it, like a motorcycle, but we climbed into it from the bottom/open-underside and sort of laid down, resting on our stomachs. I was the pilot so my arms extended up into the navigation chamber, to where the controls are. She lays behind me, her chest against my back, both our bottoms resting on a cushioned catch that holds us in place. But our legs and feet dangle freely, supported by nothing.
   Once secure in this strange mechanical/jet engine hang-glider craft, we power it up and take off immediately. The maneuverability is incredible! Like my body and mind are integrated with it; As I think about twisting my body; the ship responds and moves accordingly. And it is so fast!
   It turns and banks and alters directions with perfect precision and instant fluidity. There is never a feeling of jarring when we make a split- second right angle turn. The ride inside is smooth and comfortable. The feeling of those quick turns though makes my mind feel dizzy and ‘far away’… I guess that may be what the feeling of “pulling G’s” (gravitational force) must be like?
   Somehow the craft dampens the effects though, because I never feel like I’m going to pass out. Instead, it simply feels like a really twisty-turny-upsidedown rollercoaster, in my stomach and head. We chased around another craft that was flying in the same airspace as us, just for fun.
   But it definitely could not match our speed nor maneuvering (probably because of our craft’s small size & the fact that it was made specifically for sharp quick turns), whereas the craft we were “harassing?/teasing?” seemed made for longer range travel. It was a dark gray, flat elongated oval-like shape. Pretty plain looking compared to our uniquely shaped craft.
   After our fun soaring flight through the air, clouds, sky; we settled our craft back down to the grassy ground, up high on the cliff where we found it. We clambered out, stretching and enjoyed the view of the crystal blue lakes, waterfalls and the bright green forests and plains below us in the basin of the valley. It was really beautiful there (wherever it was that we were).
   I got the impression that we would have to go soon, (without any prompting or words) …and as it so happened, I woke up shortly after, looking out again over the beautiful scenery below, with the blond standing beside me, shoulder to shoulder.
   I can with certainty now, after so many encounters with Mia and this blond girl; she is uniquely different and separate from my companion, Mia. I don’t know her name, but she is special and familiar to Me. And I think Mia is very aware of her also. She is certainly a separate spirit, and not Mia taking a different appearance / form. Her energy and personality isn’t like my beloved’s. She’s sweet and wonderful though! Unique spirit.
   The long-haired blond girl has returned. We are lounging on a large “C”-shaped sectional sofa. There is some sort of play or theatrical performance happening at the room’s center. But we are hardly paying attention. There are two girls on the couch with me, and they seem to know each other. As friends? Sisters?
   The blond, of course, who still seems familiar to me (I’m sure this is the same who has shown up in previous dreams). The other girl was a short-cut curly haired brunette (who didn’t seem familiar to me).
   I’m lounging behind them as they talk. The blond lays down on her stomach (the couch is very wide and long, offering plenty of space to spread out). I massage the muscles on her back, beside her spine. At first it tickles and she wiggles a bit. But her friend encourages her to try to stay still so I could continue, stating that it’ll really help her to relax and it feels nice.
   I continue. And she does relax and melts into the massage, quietly enjoying the sensation. As I concluded the back rub, the blond sits up, turns to me, taking my face in her hands and affectionately gives me little peck-kisses on my lips. Like 3-4 of them, but she does this softly and deliberately, so that I’m able to feel the smooth moistness and contours of her delicate lips. Then she leans into my chest with her shoulder and back, relaxing into me while idly staring at the performance.
   We follow each other around for many hours after that, sometimes hand-in-hand, sometimes I pick her up in both my arms (cradling) and carry her. I remember one moment that I carried her across several lanes of traffic (though I’m unsure why I did this? Wouldn’t it have been easier for us to cross while both on foot ?).
   The highlight of our little outing together had to be the flight we took on/in a strange craft. It was like (if I could use an approximate reference) a combination of a motorcycle (meant for 2 riders) and a hang-glider. It was metal, intricately detailed with multiple layers and sharp angles, and definitely motorized; But with jet propulsion (yet soundless).
   We didn’t climb atop it, like a motorcycle, but we climbed into it from the bottom/open-underside and sort of laid down, resting on our stomachs. I was the pilot so my arms extended up into the navigation chamber, to where the controls are. She lays behind me, her chest against my back, both our bottoms resting on a cushioned catch that holds us in place. But our legs and feet dangle freely, supported by nothing.
   Once secure in this strange mechanical/jet engine hang-glider craft, we power it up and take off immediately. The maneuverability is incredible! Like my body and mind are integrated with it; As I think about twisting my body; the ship responds and moves accordingly. And it is so fast!
   It turns and banks and alters directions with perfect precision and instant fluidity. There is never a feeling of jarring when we make a split- second right angle turn. The ride inside is smooth and comfortable. The feeling of those quick turns though makes my mind feel dizzy and ‘far away’… I guess that may be what the feeling of “pulling G’s” (gravitational force) must be like?
   Somehow the craft dampens the effects though, because I never feel like I’m going to pass out. Instead, it simply feels like a really twisty-turny-upsidedown rollercoaster, in my stomach and head. We chased around another craft that was flying in the same airspace as us, just for fun.
   But it definitely could not match our speed nor maneuvering (probably because of our craft’s small size & the fact that it was made specifically for sharp quick turns), whereas the craft we were “harassing?/teasing?” seemed made for longer range travel. It was a dark gray, flat elongated oval-like shape. Pretty plain looking compared to our uniquely shaped craft.
   After our fun soaring flight through the air, clouds, sky; we settled our craft back down to the grassy ground, up high on the cliff where we found it. We clambered out, stretching and enjoyed the view of the crystal blue lakes, waterfalls and the bright green forests and plains below us in the basin of the valley. It was really beautiful there (wherever it was that we were).
   I got the impression that we would have to go soon, (without any prompting or words) …and as it so happened, I woke up shortly after, looking out again over the beautiful scenery below, with the blond standing beside me, shoulder to shoulder.
   I can with certainty now, after so many encounters with Mia and this blond girl; she is uniquely different and separate from my companion, Mia. I don’t know her name, but she is special and familiar to Me. And I think Mia is very aware of her also. She is certainly a separate spirit, and not Mia taking a different appearance / form. Her energy and personality isn’t like my beloved’s. She’s sweet and wonderful though! Unique spirit.
May 22, 2025
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