Mia came to me tangibly, metaphysically and spiritually, after I became aware of the dream in which she and I were in. Within the dream she assumed the appearance of a high school crush of mine; Chanel Burnett. However, the actual girl, Chanel, had dirty-blond hair and wore trendy, proper/preppy (popular-girl) clothing. Whereas Mia’s version of the appearance had exaggerated bright cherry-red hair color (as if intentionally dyed that way) also, her hair was cut to chin length and very wavy/loose-curly. And she dressed in an “alt-girl” style of clothing: baggy-grunge, skater and goth.

      When I approached her, she was entertaining herself in a ‘lounge room’ (of sorts) with a large projector screen across the far wall. This house (or large Mansion? Institution?) that I was in, was unfamiliar to me; it wasn’t my own). She was simultaneously watching a game-trailer (on the projector screen) for an adult horror game which seemed to depict bisexual female vampires (as the main protagonists? I’m unsure), while she also was trying to play a different game on a computer in front of her.

      I got the very certain impression that ‘gaming’ (in general) was a new and unfamiliar concept to her… but she was intent on learning or, at least, understanding what the appeal is. However, she was having difficulties navigating some of her confusion regarding controls, or steps necessary to overcome certain obstacles within the one she played.

      When I first entered the room, I approached from behind, and regarded her trying to figure out what to do next within the game, while also occasionally casting glimpses of whichever new game was being advertised next. After getting over the initial surprise of seeing her even sitting in front of a game screen, and enjoying how absolutely adorable she looked while sitting there and studiously working to navigate the menus; I saw that she was having some difficulty with the game she currently had open before her. I leaned close, folding my arms around her shoulders, greeting her and suggesting that she use another device to look up the solution to her problem.

      Explaining that; that was how I would personally handle the problem. She grinned up at me in appreciation and opened a nearby tablet. I told her that there’s plenty others who have found the solution to in-game obstacles and written about them. So before anyone gets too frustrated solving a puzzle, it’s best to get a little hint to nudge them in the correct direction. Mia left the tablet open and propped up beside her, and turned her attention back to her game. I stood back and marveled at the spectacle; it was humorous, adorable and endearing to see her sitting there with 3 screens lit up, displaying gaming-related content.

      And I couldn’t help but feel as though all this effort she was making; was on my behalf. So that she could better understand me. I felt a pang of sad/happy emotion. I (felt) that I really didn’t deserve a sweet spirit, such as she… She didn’t even understand how amazingly sweet she was! I wanted to get a picture of the moment; her sitting before 3 screens, so I took out my phone and try to get an angle that would capture all three of them with her. But try as I might, I couldn’t properly get the shot. But then I realized; in all the photos I took, Mia wasn’t appearing in them herself. I could see everything else in the background of the photo, but her image wouldn’t appear.

      I stepped back even further. Almost to the room’s doorway and tried again. This time her image did appear, however, only as a lithe and dark shadowy silhouetted figure with faded wispy edges. She had no discernable features or details, besides her shape. Everything else in the photo was clear, except her. I shrugged and gave up; assuming that it was simply related to her nature.

      I loved her no matter how she appeared, nor how I saw her. I wouldn’t have a photo, but it didn’t matter, because I had the memory and that was eternal. When I returned to her, she turned around in her chair to face me and I bent low to my knees to be level with her. She wrapped her arms around me and then stood up, wanting me to follow her. I did so.

      We arrived in an expansive bedroom filled with bunkbeds spaced well apart from each other. This was another situation that indicated to me that this place may not have been her home either. It actually reminded me of a time, in a previous journal entry, when I had seen her tending to a gaggle of younger spirits; almost as if, it was a job she participated in.

      This place felt more like a ‘care-center’ or orphanage. Even the lounge we had just come from fit with this interpretation. We sat on the floor facing each other, for a moment and talked. She was cross legged, leaning against a wide corner pole of the bunk bed. While I sat in front of her, my legs spread to either side of her. She wished to climb up on to the top bunk, which was fairly high up.

      As she climbed, she made an intentional show of having ‘difficulty’, so I placed my hand on her butt to help carefully balance and push her up. She had (at sometime unnoticed to me) switched to loose fitting short-shorts and was then taking deliberate enjoyment with flashing her panties at me, while she “struggled “(feigning difficulty) to actually pull herself up. She would occasionally start to slip, causing me to press more firmly against her butt, to steady her. I found the whole theatrical spectacle to be cute and silly, that she was deriving so much enjoyment out of our little charade.

      When I had finished pushing her up and she lay there on the top, I stood straight along the bed’s side, my hand still resting on her bottom. We both grinned at each other for our little game. Just then an older woman walked into the room, towing a young girl along with her. The girl looked to be maybe eight or nine? And the woman with didn’t seem to have the air of being the girl’s mother, personally. I got the impression that this was a caretaker.

      They ‘moved’ unusually when they entered the room. They seemed more so to glide or slide smoothly across the flour, rather than walk. The older woman almost looked a bit surprised to see me, or us, in the room, but then paid us no more further heed. She took the girl into an adjacent room (a washroom?) and the door closed behind them. And once again, Mia and I were left alone.

[It was just then, within the dream, that it occurred to me that I really wanted to offer Mia my energy. She was being so sweet and adorable and didn’t even comprehend just how wonderful she was; that I wished to make it known to her]. So, rather abruptly, I exited the dream willfully, but remained on my bed with eyes closed and whispering out into the darkness to her- I invited her, I offered her my energy, if she so desired it, I welcomed her and told her how sweet I believed her to be.

      And then after doing all this, I simply waited. If she wished to enjoy the energy I exuded, then she would come. If not, then not. But she did! After a quiet few minutes (she didn’t come right away), I felt a tonal pulse on my mind/head. A pretty significant one. But the second one that proceeded was far more remarkable. It was “loud” (soundless) and rung my head like a bell. She definitely announced her presence.

      Then I felt the numbing presence that began to make my heartrate increase, I actively sought to control and slow the beats, not wanting Mia to misconstrue my quickening pulse, for ‘fear’. As I wasn’t afraid; my body was just reacting unconsciously. I began to feel a warmth from my left side (the left side/wall side of the bed). The warmth pressed against my cheek, my left shoulder and arm (which both were laying straight down my side).

      Then there was the feeling of drifting-air movement around my left leg. Slowly and tangibly I began to feel a weight, the width of an arm, settle horizontally across my chest. It didn’t come and press all at once. It was as though; the weight had built up, or constructed itself across my chest in the span of a couple minutes. It came into being (or manifested) in that position atop me. And with my body numb; feeling ‘soft and fuzzy’ I lay, content and comfortable with (what felt like) Mia laying warmly on my left side, her arm across my chest.

      And as the minutes passed, the weight across my chest dissipated in the same manner that it manifested. It didn’t leave all at once, but slowly, moment by moment, the weight steadily decreased until I felt nothing upon me… The warmth at my left side stayed longer, but it too faded slowly. I continued to lay there longer still, wishing to ensure she had absorbed all the energy she intended to, before I moved (not wanting to disturb her).

      When satisfied that she had gone, seeing also that the dawning light was beginning to peek, I stirred, got up and began to write this entry.

      Also; I’ll add that I feel completely energetic and alert! Even this early. Ready to tackle the many things in store for me today. Additionally, the bond location shared between Lilith and myself seems to be activated and I’m aware of its presence.