Looking In The Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

His actions have a different meaning to his words, and it's giving me a huge headache. As I gazed up at my reflection through the ceiling, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to this room. Its ambiance, its very essence, seemed to align so perfectly with the vision I once held for my ideal bedroom. The mirror overhead reflected back a softened glow, casting a serene and tranquil hue across the room. It felt like a manifestation of my long-held wish—a wish to wake up to something serene and beautiful, even if just for a moment, to counter the harshness of my previous life. In the depths of despair, I often dreamt of this space. A place where light filtered through in the ge

So I got up and went to the bathroom to clean my face before heading out to make breakfast before taking a shower and going to my work. While I was in the bathroom, I saw myself in the mirror. I can clearly see the marks on my neck. I'm not single anymore, I have a mate now, this should be the time when I feel the happiest because I've found my soul mate. But it's strange, that dream keeps coming and scaring me, every time I remember that dream, I feel like I'm lost. I have no reason to reject my own mate, especially since we already did. It was incredible.

There I am in the white room again. Why the fuck do I keep dreaming with this? I walk towards the mirror again. My other version is there, but she is not alone. She is on someone’s bed, undressed, asleep. I try to call her, me, and I slap the mirror a few times, as hard as I can, but she does not listen to me. She looks… happy.

That couldn’t be. The phone vibrated. I tore my eyes away from the mirror and looked down. “Do you see it now?” My breathing got heavier. “What did you do?” I typed quickly. No response. I looked back at the mirror. My reflection was staring at me again. Perfectly still. Waiting. Like it knew I was looking. Like it was aware. My heart started pounding harder. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. And yet. I couldn’t look away.

— Yes, in a dream I have almost every night. I saw him extend his hand to me. It seemed like we would have to walk, but what kind of dream did he have? It didn't seem like a good dream, since he looked uncomfortable now. I walked beside him, trying to keep up, but he always walked much faster than me. — What kind of dream is it? — Usually, I'm in a castle alone. I climb a staircase that leads to a place with a large mirror, and there I see a reflection that looks like me but isn't. His eyes are purple.

I quickly said to the girls as I rushed into the washroom, immediately gagging out all the contents in my stomach. I felt sick. That woman had been murdered in the worse possible way ever. What if.... No Dian! You're thinking this too hard, it was just a mare coincidence that's all. I took in deep breaths as I tried to steady myself. I looked up into the mirror after putting myself back together. But what I saw had me jumping back in seconds. I can't be mistaken. My heart was racing frantically. I saw her. The woman from my dream this morning. She was standing right behind me when I looked into the mirror but the moment I turned back she was gone.

The room was well-ventilated, with a few small vents on the walls that allowed fresh air to circulate. As Miranda stood in front of the mirror, she could see her own reflection staring back at her. The glass seemed to magnify her features, making her appear larger than life. She could see every pore on her face, every strand of hair that fell out of place. The mirror was a harsh judge, showing every flaw and imperfection with brutal honesty.

Odessa and Franklin? I don't know who she is. I think I am developing a fever and it's making me see crazy things, I concluded. I walked to the bathroom sleepily and washed my face. My eyes were closed as I poured the water. When I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror before me, I jumped back in fright. The same woman I had seen in my dream was looking back at me in the mirror with tears in her eyes. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I was seeing well. The image disappeared almost immediately after it appeared.

Sitting up and drawing my knees under my chin, my eyebrows knitted together in frustration. "Goddess, If I have anymore of this annoying dream, heads would go flying." I gritted my teeth. I jumped out of the bed and walked to my bathroom. Splashing my face, I looked at the mirror. Surely, the woman on the reflection who looked back at me was a hideous stranger. I couldn't even recognize myself. The person who was staring back at me had dark circles around her eyes, disheveled hair along with sleep marks over her cheeks. Shaking my head, I splashed water over my face and walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

Maybe… he isn’t really avoiding it like I think he does… but “This is so confusing…” I did have a specialist to interpret those things that I see in my dreams. Even that weird stuff like the lights, the paintings, the locks… but up till now. I don’t have a clear answer about those matters. Closing my laptop, I flinched when I saw my reflection in the glass of water. “Oh gosh!” Covering my face, I may seem so strange but maybe this is the side effect of that dream… I mean… nightmares. “You alright?” “Ah… yeah. Just a bit surprised…”