[A dream within a dream? Maybe not. Probably more a matter of altered perception]. I was accompanied by my companion, Mia. She had made arrangements with someone unknown to me, to be gone the entire night with me.

      She planned to take me to several places, spending the whole evening with me and being by my side for all of it. She carried with her a 3-pronged ‘tuning-fork’ looking artifact. NOT in a trident shape… It was three dimensional (triangular), each prong evenly spaced a part from the other.

      I think I’ll leave space to try and draw the shape. It was black, decorated and about 2 feet long. I got the impression that it would allow us entry into places that were normally inaccessible.

      I remember going to/arriving at 3-4 different places (as my memory recalls) but I’m under the impression that she and I actually had gone to perhaps a dozen or less locations. It was a very busy night of traveling, sight-seeing and discovery. It felt like an inter-dimensional/astral “date” with my spirit companion (in a manner of speaking).

      One place we visited was a huge orchestral theatre with beautiful music and a sparkling (large explosive fire-sparks) light show of some sort. The crowd was huge and raucous and exclaiming excitedly in awe at the spectacle. The energy of excitement was even more overwhelming than the actual visual & audio experience.

      Another place we visited (more difficult to describe) and requiring the 3-pronged black ‘Key’ tuning-fork object, was: it’s hard to recall how it was referred to as [Something] of the dead? Stage of the Dead? I think it was actually “Dias of the Dead.”

      It was a solemn place, very quiet, a dreary feeling of perpetual forlornness and was mostly empty (of others). The kind of place you intrinsically understand that; one should not talk or make noise, if possible.

      It was a large colosseum that looked down upon a flawless, perfectly polished marble black circular floor. There were a few others that were seated in the colosseum’s flat stoned-seats that encircled the black mirrored reflective floor, as well as some shuffling somberly about the outskirts.

      I could see that Mia was visibly nervous or anxious to be there. She was clenching the black tuning fork tightly against her chest. I felt ill at ease there also.

      I wish I could remember more of the places we visited. I wish it very much! I want to write about them all. Hopefully I’ll recall them at some point later (I’ll try to leave extra space in this entry to add them if the details come to me).

      Each place we visited was uniquely different and had a different emotion attached to it. This realization actually leads me to an idea or ‘theory’ (?) Especially when I reflect or back on the Orchestral Theatre.

      It was the ‘Energy’ experienced that led me to this thought.

      Those others that were there… the massive crowd: They were perhaps feeding their excitement into the event? The area? Moment? And that energy-of-excitement was becoming a tangible source from which they could then absorb back into themselves.

      So each participant exuded their own energy outwards into the Whole, Amplifying it. And in return, it was absorbed individually back into each… in a churning cycle of; Supply – Amplify-Absorb.

      I personally didn’t feel as “excited” as those around me that were participating (I was in awe at the dazzling lights more than anything and it was difficult to not look away). But I didn’t personally feel inclined to “get excited” along with the mass, however I was ‘aware’ of the energy building, growing and flowing outward again.

      This was true for the “Dias of the Dead” also. I could ‘feel’ that the Somberness was like a sickly and slowly drifting Energy that must have been comforting for those that observed the Black Marble floor set into the bottom stage, as they peered down from their raised stone seats.

      I had to agree further with Mia’s anxiousness in that moment; it was cold and uncomfortable there, I’m glad we didn’t stay long. But the ‘drifting energy’ reminds me [in waking now] of a few spirits that I’ve come across in my life. Those that feed on “fear.” They didn’t come to do harm, not physically, nor even spiritually necessarily. But they did, at the time, desire me to become afraid. And that was all they wanted.

      I think, for those kinds, the energy that they wish to absorb is ‘fear’ itself. Fear is a potent energetic emotion. Quick building, chaotic and raw. They are, fortunately, easy to dispel. Confidence and self righteous assurances of one’s own Power will quickly send them fleeing (or by harnessing the Name of another whose Power you hold in high regard, the Same effect can be assured).

      So when considering the various Feelings (Emotions) or different Energies in the places we visited (which I could recall) and remembering my encounters with the fear-feeding spirits; I believe Mia and I “date” last night; was about her showing me multiple different places where a variety of spirits gather in order to Exchange/Share and Absorb energy that they desire, of the specific Flavor’ which they prefer.

      But this energy doesn’t come from nowhere… it is given by those that attend. And shared and cycled back into each other.

      This is a stupid metaphor, but; it’s like a Potluck dinner: Everyone brings a dish to share with the community, and everyone gets to indulge until they are content and sated, and yet there is still more leftovers for those that arrive after.

      I’m not sure how Mia managed to swing this… tour for me. Throughout the journey. I definitely got the distinct feeling that we normally shouldn’t or wouldn’t have been able to witness some of the places we visited. I’m not sure who she made arrangements with beforehand… I just know she spoke with someone, got ‘permission’ to be gone all night.

      While I didn’t mention it directly to her, I noticed how she had been very protective of that oddly carved black tuning-fork. So whatever it was and from whoever she received it from; she was determined to ensure it never left her hands. Most of the time, she had it clenched tightly against her chest, in both her hands. Even when she did release one hand to hold mine, the other was still pressed against her chest.

      After our “date” visiting various places, we ended the evening in (what I can only assume was) her Home. It was brightly lit, with beaming rays of radiant sunlight shining through slightly open windows, which billowed lazily on little puffs of breeze. Her home is becoming more and more familiar to me, each time I visit. I really love it there. Honestly, maybe more so than my own home! Ha!

      She and I, after greeting the very few people there, retired to her bedroom, weary and tired from our traveling. But not so tired as to not enjoy each other romantically. We were softly sweet, delicately deliberate, slowly-heating arousal becoming passion.

      I slept at her home after that. We both slept in her bed of white-white sheets and blankets, though most were strewn haphazardly across the mattress and floor. Curiously; there didn’t seem to be a ‘dark’ (night) cycle at her home. It remains warm and lit, with a cool breeze, soothing and calming. It felt like taking an “afternoon nap” with the windows open. The light didnt hinder our sleep at all.

      And in the ‘morning’ when I woke, she lay in bed with me still, just quietly gazing at me. I couldn’t help but to smile at her, so sweet and lovely and kind hearted. When we got up, fully energized from our sleep, we went out to the other areas of her house. Mia’s brother was there (again taking the form of a former ‘brother in law’ of mine, David).

      And he seemed cheerful with smiles. Just as I remembered him being, the last I met him. He was looking for some help in the garden, with his fruits in particular. So I followed him outside and Mia joined us at his little ‘personal plot’ of fruits, set up against the side of the house. And we started digging around in the soil and discussing our previous night (strangely discussing them as if they were dreams).

[In waking this is weird and not weird… I think, when I woke in Mia’s home, I must have believed that I had awakened physically in the material world. Because; I was describing the ‘dream’ I had had with Mia and the places we visited. And Mia’s brother shared with me a ‘dream’ he had as well.]

      Mia left and returned with a journal she was keeping and allowed me to read some of her dreams (it seemed) because she wanted to share into the conversation also. 

      Some of the dreams described me, and various ‘adult fantasies’ she envisioned for us. I took intentional note of a couple in particular; desiring to later fulfill these imaginations of hers.

      We spoke and worked with planting and maintaining the soil of various fruits; strawberries mostly, from what I can remember. But a few other round and brightly colored berries also.

[Then I woke to Material reality, which was really jarring. Because I thought I was already awake, there in the garden with Mia and her brother. I was a bit disappointed, because I would rather been back with Mia at her home. But alas, I set to writing this entry instead.]

      I can’t help but wonder if other ‘raw emotions’ (which could invoke high-energy) would also have a Place for those who desire that Flavor? A place to gather and share? What emotions invoke such energy?  I experienced (from my travels with Mia): “Excitement” & “Somberness”

I’ve experienced a “Fear” invoking spirit. Is there such a place for: “Joy, Laughter”? “Rage, anger?”, “Passion, arousal?”, “Calm, tranquility”, “Peace, serenity”, “Anxiety”, “Bitterness”, and more? Is there a place for each?