Novel & Cerita Looking In The Mirror In A Dream

It was cockcrow time, with a cool breeze. I saw myself in there, a dream with wide eyes, unkept and disheveled hair, yet I was still attractive from the mirror. It alarmed my mind with a mystery that petrified me at a glance. My eyes went back and forth over the environment. "Do dreams come true?" I questioned myself in my mind. Looking around, I noticed a shadow on the other side and immediately walked down to see what it was.

Somehow she knew that what had taken place in her dream was real. She pushed the blankets off her body and walked over to the mirror. The moonlight streamed in through the window giving her enough light to see her reflection. She looked into the mirror and saw herself staring back. She suddenly noticed, something was different. There was no pain.

Now I tell myself that it was just a dream, but I know that I was wide awake. After that, I began to see odd things in mirrors. Sometimes it will be a person talking or a scene, like a trailer teaser for a movie. Most of the visions are fragmented, making it difficult for me to understand them. One day I was combing my hair in front of my bedroom mirror when I saw a vision of a man striking a little boy in his car. I couldn’t see the man or the boy’s face, which was frustrating. The boy’s death was on the news the next day. I don’t know how I knew it was him, but something inside me told me that it was the boy from my vision, and it terrified me.

Adrian noticed, of course—he noticed everything. At breakfast, he said, “You haven’t looked in a mirror for three days.” She poked her toast nervously. “Oh, have I? Maybe I’m just exploring a minimalist lifestyle.” “Mira.” She sighed. “Fine. I keep seeing her, okay? Every time I look at my reflection, she’s there—watching me like a ghost with great cheekbones.” He frowned. “Has she said anything?” “Not since the dream. But I can feel her. Like she’s waiting.”

It was old, the frame tarnished silver worked into a pattern of vines, the glass itself dark, like looking into a pool of standing water rather than a mirror. My reflection didn’t show up in it the way it should have. I turned it over in my hands, then carried it over to where Melissa was sleeping. “Melissa.” I touched her shoulder. “Wake up. I think I found something.” Her eyes opened, blinking blearily, and then sharpened the second they landed on the mirror in my hands. She sat up straighter.

When I did finally close my eyes, I dreamed of mirrors. Not just one,hundreds, maybe thousands, stretching endlessly in every direction. I walked barefoot through the void, the silence shattered only by the crunch of glass beneath my feet. Every mirror reflected a different version of me. One was laughing. One was screaming. One had blood smeared across her mouth. One stood beside Jonathan, his fingers twined with hers like they belonged there. But none of them looked free. I stopped at a mirror with no reflection. Just black. Cold seeped through the surface as I touched it.

Wulfric stepped forward, explaining, “These aren’t ordinary mirrors. They show you what you fear most, who you fear you’ll become. We each have to confront our own reflections to move forward.” Damien took a deep breath as he approached the nearest mirror. His reflection morphed before him, revealing an older version of himself, one burdened by leadership and failure, dark eyes filled with weariness. This vision sent a shiver through him—his fear of losing himself in the struggle for power and respect. Claud stepped up next. His mirror showed him wielding a fiery sword, a fierce warrior avenging his past, but with a shadowy figure of himself lurking behind, a reminder of the rage that could

But when I looked in the mirror again, my eyes had a greenish tint with a yellow ring around the iris, like small burning embers—just like the eyes of that wolf, Roxy, whom I had seen in my dreams. "I must be seeing things..." I shook my head, confused. I looked in the mirror again and saw the reflection of the wolf right behind me. My heart raced, and the sight made me so nervous that I knocked over a glass jar, spilling shampoo and cream all over the bathroom floor. "Eleanor... are you okay?" one of the maids' voices sounded from the other side of the door. Panic took hold of me, and I ran my hands through my hair, trying to calm myself.

Her neck was littered with hickeys of different sizes. The woman staring back at her in the mirror was unrecognizable. 'So it was real,' she muttered to herself. That definitely wasn't a dream.