Looking In The Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

In the dream, Sane slowly walked towards the direction of the mirror, but instead of seeing himself, he saw Seleen, staring down at him with her pair of black eyes. Sane then forgot about the dream the second he woke up.

Not trusting in myself I poke my finger in his cheek to which he passed me a confused look with that I realise that it's not any dream or hallucination but reality. We both came into his bedroom where I slept again. I woke up from my sleep only to found myself alone in bed, he was not beside me. I ran out from the room to see him in the kitchen cooking. I silently walk out from there not wanting to face him. After a quick shower, I came in front of the mirror in a bathrobe to nourish my body with body lotion. " Ahhhh " I screamed in horror after a vary second when my eyes landed on my reflection in the mirror. it's not me, it can't be me! The woman in the mirror is looking horrible like a de

I stare at my door blankly trying to ignore the contents of my dream but little by little my face was getting red as I remember what I did with him or was about to do. I took a few breaths, slowly massaging my chest to calm my heartbeat but the ending of my dream was a climax that left me in deep shit. I quickly threw the sheets away and ran to the bathroom, I hold the sink and look myself in the mirror, my eyes trying to avoid contact but slowly and slowly I notice the look on my face. The look that screamed his name, the look that wanted this dream to be true, the look that got greedy. I closed my eyes tightly and splatter some water on my face "Wake up Veronica".

The air grew thick with anticipation as the grove shimmered with a soft golden light. In that moment, visions began to swirl around me, revealing fragments of my past, present, and future. They showed me moments of joy and moments of despair, the heights of success and the depths of vulnerability. I watched as the threads of my life wove together, creating a tapestry of experiences and emotions. But amidst the visions, a mirror materialized before me—a mirror that reflected not only my external appearance but also the essence of who I was. As I gazed into it, I saw my deepest desires, my greatest fears, and the vulnerabilities that lay hidden within.

Every time I close my eyes, I’m right back there, caught in the heat of it, stuck on the fact that none of it actually happened. All of it had been a dream. One hot, smoky dream. I groan and throw the covers aside, frustration crawling under my skin. Lying here isn’t helping, and neither is pretending my brain will magically behave if I give it another minute. I pad my way to the bathroom, the floor cool under my feet. I catch my reflection in the mirror and frown, puffy eyes, pale skin, curls fuzzy and doing their own thing like they had a wild night without me. I lean closer, squinting looking for a sign that I wasn't going crazy, a hickey maybe.

"You're awake." Peering an eye open, you spot a blurry figure standing a few steps away. You ignore the heavy pounding in your head as you pull your drained self up. While you were unconscious, you had a strange dream. You were in a room full of mirrors surrounding you. One mirror portrayed you when you were born. Another, when you turned five. And so on. It was you but in different periods of time. As you try looking through them all, a woman in a cloak suddenly appears in front of you saying.

I feel as though I'm walking above the water when I look at my feet because I can see my reflection in all the ripples that I'm making. Who am I? Even though I'm in a sad place right now, I couldn't help but be intrigued when I looked in the mirror and recognized a side of myself that I never realized I had. As if it's sufficient to inform me that this is only a dream, while it's also not. Although it is puzzling, there is no need for concern because, as I glance at my hands, they are not even the slightest amount of trembling. I see that the mirror is following me as I turn to resume the search, so I pause and take another glance at it. This time, however, it does not even reflect my image.

mum answers hugging me, while patting my head. After I pulled myself together, I got up to have a shower and mum went to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. As I made my way to the bathroom I got distracted by my reflection in the mirror, my singlet top I wore to bed was bloody and there appeared to be a chunk missing, I recoiled in pain when I touched my top to see underneath it, I stood infront of the mirror in disbelief around my waist had a thick red mark that looked like I had been torn in half. "What the actual fuck is going on, how can a dream hurt me physically, it can't can it" I question my reflection. I got irritated and turned on my heels in the direction of the shower. I turn

" Dominik said serious. "Raquel said the same. And armed me for anything, which still makes me wonder." "There's not much else I can tell you, as I was saying, those things depend on each person, and there are not two identical dreams, not even with the same person in the same circumstances, I can tell." "And what are the mirrors for, anyway?" "Well, they create dreams. Now that I think about it it's funny, and a little ironic that dreams are energizing other dreams."

Later that night, while fixing my tie in front of the mirror, I caught sight of his reflection behind me, Dream standing at the doorway again, expression unreadable. Our eyes met in the mirror. He took one slow step forward and murmured, voice rich and quiet, “That thing you're doing will only get you burnt”