Looking In The Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

Well, more like half-asleep. The lady was there in my dream again. She was facing the mirror, and if I’m not mistaken we were in the bathroom since there was a sink and she was washing her face. After she finished cleaning herself, she suddenly shouted loudly. That scream surprised me. It even scared me down to the bone! But before I actually woke up, I noticed that upon looking at the mirror itself, there were two reflections of her. Behind her, there was another lady with bright red eyes. And they were both looking directly at me...

I murmured to myself. I looked into the mirror and noticed my face has become swollen and also there's an aftereffect of his fingers exactly where he choked me in the dream.I entered the bathroom to brush my teeth and also rinse my face with water.After that I went back to the mirror to check if the traces of his fingers on my neck is gone but what I saw scared the hell out of me.It was him,he was standing at my back starring at me in the mirror. I looked back but he wasn't there but the mirror kept showing him at my back.I ran out of the room in fear calling my mum but no one was at home.

Or a dream? I swing my legs over the side of the bed. My muscles are coiled and restless. Even after weeks here, sleep never takes me fully. Something inside me never rests. I can feel it twitching, waiting. The mirror across the room catches my eye. I look… sharper. Not physically, not noticeably different, but there’s something in my eyes now, something I hadn’t seen before. Or maybe I did, and I just hadn’t known how to recognize it. I pull on clothes quickly and leave before I can think too much.

"Suddenly I find myself getting suffocated in that room, so I...I start searching for a way out." He clutches my hand tightly, appearing terrified as he reminisces his nightmare. "When I look around, I don't see anything...except for a mirror illuminating in one of its corners. I run towards it to find a way out of that horrible room. But when I reach in front of it...What I see is....I see myself standing before it without a face."

Under it all, the hum grew louder, a low chant that hovered just beneath understanding. I couldn’t take the restless again, I got up from the bed and moved to the bathroom. The mirror across the room caught my movement, reflecting the lamplight. I stepped closer. My reflection stared back, but it almost didn’t look like me. This one was very pale, with tangled hair. It looked like the version of me from my dreams. “Stop,” I whispered to my own image. It didn’t. It smiled a fraction too late. He’s looking for truth, it said in my voice. You’ll show him yours soon enough.

Why was I dreaming about Sofia? I took a deep breath and walked slowly toward the bathroom. The mirror on the wall caught my reflection, and I stared at it for a while. My eyes looked tired. My face looked older than it should. “What are you doing, Luca?” I whispered to myself. The sound of the running water filled the silence as I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face. It didn’t help much. The confusion was still there. When I looked up again, the man in the mirror looked lost.

Time To Own It As she gazes into the mirror, a wave of disappointment washes over her. The reflection staring back reveals dark circles beneath her eyes, remnants of restless nights haunted by a whirlwind of unsettling images and frantic thoughts that thumped like a wild drum in her chest. With a determined sigh, she splashes cool water on her face, feeling the refreshing droplets cascade down her skin.

We were into deep romance, and just when I was ready to make love to him, I had to wake up. I shook my head, and removed the bedcover from my face, then walked to the bathroom, and washed my face, then stared at the mirror. “Aren’t we going a little far?” I asked, staring at the ‘me’ in the mirror. “I bet we are, but I’m glad that it’s just a dream, so it doesn’t seem like I so much desire him.” I walked out of the bathroom, and checked my wardrobe, thinking of what exactly to wear.

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

My heart ached, but I didn’t care. Whatever it was that was causing the ache didn’t matter. What mattered was reality and in that reality, there was no way I could ever give my heart to a man of that nature. Ever. Besides, I had other things to worry about. Like the strange dream I had where I saw myself locked in a mirror. It made no sense but it wouldn’t leave my mind. It even felt as if I was in some kind of conversation with them, although I had no idea what we talked about.