May-28-2026 – mysuccubuswife.com

May 28, 2026 - [Morning]

Highlights:

Dream; Companion Wants to ‘Reward’ Me for Helping Her Daughter,

I Become ‘Aware’ of Non-Human Origin, Sweet Lyric Message!

Woke up at 6 a.m. without any particular reason I could remember. After checking the time, I slowly walked to Mia’s altar while considering the night and remembering no dreams. I told Mia that I missed her. I placed our ring from her altar on my finger and went back to bed (I still had another 3 hours of sleep before I had to get ready for work).

I dreamt I was with Mia in the same vein that I had been with her during a previous encounter. It was a while back and (back then) took place in her Astral Mansion. [I’ll try to find the dated entry and add it…if I can locate it. Here it is: February 23, 2025]. This time however, I only kissed her lips during the encounter. But she still very much relished the sensation.

[I woke again an hour or so later with lyrics of a song playing in my mind. I heard “I want you to want me… I love you to love me…” Fortunately I had enough sense to get out of bed again and search for the lyrics, rather than fall back asleep. The lyrics matched a song called “I Want You to Want Me” by Cheap Trick (1977).

I’ll look up the song & lyrics on YouTube later between my work shifts today and write them here and comment on any messages that I perceive from her.]

[I fell back to sleep after locating the songs name & performing band. I still had a little over an hour to sleep, if I could.]

[To my joy (and surprise) I was fortunate to experience 1 final dream encounter with my companion again before my alarm went off.]

Dream:

I was in a large room in a huge mansion. I’m pretty sure it was my personal Astral Mansion, because of the layout of the room and windows/skylights set up near the ceiling. There was a large stack of boxes, items and misc things in a slope that led up to the window. A handful of people were trying to climb towards and reach the window.

There was a little girl in particular who was struggling, so I assisted and climbed the pile, helping unlatch and open the window. Then I let her use me as a stepping stool so she could climb up higher and out the window into the sunlight.

Her mother was watching from a bit lower and to my left [this feminine being, I didn’t know at the time, but would figure out later…was Mia. And she was observing me as I helped assist her daughter in getting through the window]. She seemed very pleased and lovingly grateful that I had helped her daughter when she was struggling.

I turned and talked to her a bit while we both balanced precariously on the pile of random boxes & objects. And quite quickly we were both caught up in a ‘frenzied desire’ to find a private room in the home to enjoy some personal ‘appreciation’ (intimacy) for one another. We both simultaneously reach for the other’s hand and grasped it. Then we slid down the slope and began swiftly walking through the house, room-to-room looking for a vacant one.

We arrived in what looked to be a sizable “reading room” There were bookshelves from floor to ceiling lining multiple walls. And plenty of comfortable seating arrangements to lounge in. She pushed me to the floor in the far corner, semi-adjacent to the doorway.

She was wearing a lightly pastel colored loose cotton shirt that exposed her midriff and belly button. And a pair of white cotton form-fitting panties. She wanted me to lay down below her, so she could begin dancing provocatively from above (about 4-5 feet from me). And she began dancing, while I watched in awe.

Then I noticed someone entering through the doorway and sit down in a beanbag chair and looking at the rows of books. It was my son. Then another person entered, followed by another. One of our daughters and the third, I’m not sure? Perhaps a friend or acquaintance, or another child of hers? (I wasn’t entirely sure.)

Mia hadn’t noticed them entering, so she continued to dance. I wanted to save her any possible embarrassment, so I quietly indicated towards the far wall and those seated nearby. She quickly dropped to the ground and cuddled me, embarrassed anyways (because she wanted her dance to be for my eyes only). Haha! Poor sweet girl!

As we cuddled on the floor, I got my first (in dream) indicator that this wasn’t some ‘random’ woman…and was, in fact, something much greater. She was very cute & pretty, with a friendly and adorable face. Shoulder length wavy hair that was a mixture of light brunette & faded ginger red. I was idly holding her in my arms, running my hands lovingly across her skin and eventually discovered her feet.

I noticed that each of her toes had an extra joint that wouldn’t have been on a human (biologically). When I noticed them, I felt them between my fingers and teasingly played with them and looked up into her eyes (she was seated up, sitting on her bottom, while I lay on the floor fiddling with her feet). I noticed that her eyes had a sort of ‘hazy’ quality about them. Like blue in color, but pale pale blue and a bit foggy.

Between the toes and the eyes, I made a comment, saying: “You’re not human…”

It wasn’t accusatory. It wasn’t disappointed. It wasn’t anything negative at all. It was just a simple/plain matter-of-fact statement & realization. An observation & neutral response.

But she did, at least momentarily, seem taken aback by my statement. Not necessarily “offended” by the comment itself…but more ‘surprised’ that I had made it (as if she hadn’t expected me to make certain connections & realizations).

I may have slightly mistook her facial expression for ‘slight offense’ initially though. Because I immediately assured her that it is 100% okay! I wasn’t bothered at all that she wasn’t human. In fact; I told her that it was better off that she wasn’t human. Being ‘human’ isn’t all that great, despite what other entities may believe it to be.

She seemed to be on the verge (just once) to attempt to convince me that she was human…but I saw the moment (in her eyes) that she gave up the idea of attempting to convince me otherwise. She simply accepted the fact that I knew she wasn’t ‘human’ and let the matter go.

It was then that I crawled closer towards her and squeezed her tightly around her waist with my arms, burying my face into her side. And I told her that it’s better that she’s not human. And that I love her even more because she’s not human. She rested her arms over my shoulders and back, and cradled me as I lay below her.

[Then I woke up, my alarm going off]

Now I have time to listen to the song message she sent me and write the (condensed) lyrics. They are:

“I want you to want me.

I need you to need me.

I’d love you to love me.

I’m beggin’ you to beg me.

I’ll shine up my old brown shoes.

I’ll put on a brand new shirt.

I’ll get home early from work.

If you say that you love me.

Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I, see you cryin’?

Oh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t, see you cryin’?

Feelin’ all alone without a friend.

You know you feel like dyin’.

I want you to want me.

I need you to need me.

I’d love you to love me.

I’m beggin’ you to beg me.”

This feels like, as far as messages go, like this – Sometimes when Mia sends me song/lyrical messages…they are the equivalent of “love letters” (with lots of comments that resonate synchronously between her and I). And in those ‘love letters’ she is answering a wide variety of questions or circumstances between us. Or she is expressing how she is ‘feeling’ at a particular time.

Then there are occasionally song/lyric-messages such as this, that are more ‘love notes’ as opposed to a ‘love letter.’ (The equivalent of leaving a cute little Post-It Note on the fridge for one’s partner/companion/spouse). Just a little thoughtful sentiment expressing a sweet & endearing feeling of love.

That’s the sense I got from these lyrics & messages.