Looking In The Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

My eyes taking in every little detail as if commiting it to my memory. The fact I was used to tragedy and my life taking a drastic turn for the worst made a hint of fear to hang at the back of my mind. Maybe everything was a dream and I would wake up to find myself at the river where I was sent to fetch water. I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror that was directly beside the exit door of the room and as if compelled, I made my way to it. I couldn't remember when last I saw myself. The only reflection I picked up in the past was from the small broken mirror I had or when I went to the river. Which was why I offered the glass a scrutinizing gaze as I observed every inch of me I could

I can’t help when a shrill scream escapes my mouth. And then I wake up — really wake up to my reality. I rise up and stand in front of the mirror. I heave a sigh of relief when I see that my reflection is still well-hidden by glamour. These dreams, they're not leaving me soon. No. Not until I take my revenge!

The big mirror was at the far end of the bath and I don't know why I suddenly felt a shiver all over my body. "Grandma, why did I just see that mirror now?" Despite the dim light from the two lamps, the large mirror did not fail to show my clear reflection. "Spade?" I said taking a closer look at the design of the glass on the top. Suddenly I thought of the man they call His Highness in my dream. Especially when I remember some words he said, "I may not have a spade birthmark..." What does my dream mean? Why are the details so clear? Is it possible that grandma is not telling the truth and what I saw is true? Those people are interested in my blood.

I darkened my brown eyes. Then, looking me in the eye— Were the eyes of Viktor. My reflection's lips twisted into a slow, ruthless smile. Gasping, I staggered back. The mirror broke. My breath was ragged as I startled up. As I wiped perspiration from my forehead, my hands shook. Then I noticed it. The mirror on the other side of the room Broken. I gasped for air. It was only a dream. Was it not?

I conclude and glance at the wall size mirror with Golden edges fit in the wall beside the man’s portrait. A lump forms in my throat as I watch myself and find myself drowning in misery. ‘ Don’t look too close. ’ A voice yawns in my head. I don’t get surprised this time. I am past that stage of jerking every time after hearing the voices in my head. I take a step closer to the mirror. The reflection moves with me smoothly. I have to face myself one day or another. My green — blue eyes gaze back at me. I blink but the reflection doesn’t blink.

The first mirror showed a woman different from her with straight deep caramel hair, the other mirror showed a guy atleast that's what he looked like, he wore a hoodie and even behind that hoodie, Rue knew that deep grey eyes were staring at her more like calling her towards him. She always dreamed of the same grey eyes, sometimes they were different and other time frightening. Most of all, the one thing scary in her dreams since they weren't nightmares, was the woman in the mirror. The woman who cried to her, asking her to 'remember' When she told Marcus about it, he dismissed it by saying that her memories were trying to communicate and that she shouldn't be worried. Ofcourse she hadn't bee

Whatever happened in there, was all a mistake. "What happened? What was that?" She turned her curiosity to words. "I wasn't thinking about that. I didn't have it in my mind, it just showed up. I swear. " I sniffed, blinking. "No, you weren't thinking about it, it's always in your mind that's why the mirror was able to see it. " She sighed softly. " What happened, what does it mean?" "It's my dreams, my nightmares. The future. " Her eyes widened in surprise and shock, and I understand.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “You look like mine.”

I mumble, my head beginning to throb. My eyes blur for a second and I momentarily lose sight of everything, but when my vision returns, I can see everything. There is a mirror sitting against the wall on the other side of the room. I look at my reflection, noticing the disturbing color of my eyes, but they weren't anything I hadn't seen before.

The way she rolled and held her blanket, it was obviously clear something was wrong. For a moment, she calmed down. And not quite long, she started rolling again until she woke up, gasping for air. This time, she wasn't in hell, but what actually happened in her dream was worse than visiting hell itself. She went to the bathroom to ease herself, on passing the mirror above the sink, she saw a figure standing by the door. She turns to the door but there is no one there, but when she looks at the mirror, there is someone standing by the door.