Novel & Cerita Looking In The Mirror In A Dream

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”

Hannah “You’re insane,” I say to the woman staring back at me in the mirror. “Utterly insane,” I add, because there’s no other way to describe it. If not insanity, how come I had a wet dream about the very man I’m supposed to be repulsed by? I release a long sigh, dropping my arms beside me, my toothbrush hanging loosely from my mouth as flashbacks of that damned dream resurfaces. In my mind's eye I see my back on my bed, legs spread far apart, and a head full of jet black hair between them. Totally unprovoked too.

My heart pounded in my chest. I sat up in bed, disoriented and shaken. The dream felt so real, so vivid, that it sent a tremor of fear through me. Taking a deep breath, I tried to wake up, realizing I was in a dream, but I couldn't. A sense of unease remained, gnawing at my gut. Who, or what, was that figure? I got out of bed, and all but one mirror was filled with an image of myself. It was like I was back in the hall of mirrors again, yet they all felt different for some reason.

I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, sitting down on the cold tile floor, I lean against the wall and attempt to stabilize my breathing. It was just a dream, Kris. A nightmare. Everything about him was a nightmare. I run my vomit-free hand through my hair, brushing the sweaty strands behind my ears. I take a deep breath and ease myself from the floor. I wash my hands and stare blankly at my reflection in the mirror. I don't recognize the face that looks back at me. She's a broken shell of the woman she once was, sweaty hair plastered to her pale face and bloodshot eyes. It takes me a moment to accept that the woman staring back at me, is myself.

My subconscious reminded me again, like it always did. I scoffed. Yeah, that’s true. But does the orphanage really have the answers I want? I mean, I was just dropped in front of a door. Nobody was around. Just me sitting on the floor with these big, puffy eyes, crying until I didn’t even know what I was crying for. I sighed, wishing I could get a full glimpse of the people I see in my dreams sometimes… did I lose my memory growing up? I asked myself as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like maybe I’d find a clue there.

I wake up panting " Violet are you okay?". I hear Lisa's voice Still trying to calm myself , I hold my tummy, I don't feel anything, tears start to drop "He's gone" "Who is gone? why are you crying?" I feel her hands on my face I sob "I'm fine, I'm okay". I sit up " What are you doing here?". "You might not know this but your room is the only room that has an inbuilt mirror". I use my hands to clean my face " Oh yeah? go ahead, dont let me disturb you".

"Lily, listen to me. Mirrors don't have people inside them. They just show what's in the room. You see me, and you see yourself. That's all." She shook her head slowly. "No, Daddy. You don't see them because you're not looking right. You have to look soft, like when you're almost asleep. That's when they come out." I felt a cold thread run down my spine. I looked at the mirror again. Nothing. Just the two of us. I made myself look "soft"—unfocused my eyes, let my vision blur the way it does in the dark. For a moment, nothing. Then, just at the edge of my peripheral vision, I thought I saw something shift. A shape. A face. Pressed against the glass from the other side.

Hazel stood before the mirror, her gaze fixed on her reflection, lost in silent contemplation. Her eyes traced the contours of her image as if searching for hidden secrets that refused to fade into the depths of her subconscious. The memory of her unsettling dream remained vivid and persistent. She traced the lines of her face with delicate fingers, seeking reassurance. A lock of unruly hair tumbled over her brow, and she gently tucked it behind her ear; the motion reflected in the mirror's silent mimicry. Hazel attempted to quell the rising uncertainty within her by drawing a slow, calming breath. She reasoned that it was just a dream, though the doubts it had stirred refused to be dismisse