Looking In The Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

Dad teased back. A few hours into my sleep, I awoke. I tend to have nightmares, and they are about me. I kept having the same dream over and over and over again. Me facing a mirror, with my reflection staring back at me, but it was way more different from me, her eyes were ash and black and gold mixed together. It was appealing like it showed so much self-control and power but it was also scary. My mouth had excess blood that had dried and my fangs were shown, along with my claws. They were drenched in blood, I couldn't tell if it was human or not and then my dream would end when I look at my reflection and it would smile back at me.

“I don’t know how long they’ll keep us here… They haven’t done anything yet, but who knows what tomorrow brings? Just… please.” She didn’t respond. She shut me out again. Fine. I looked around, searching for something to focus on—and then I saw it. A mirror, far off. My reflection, barely recognizable. And I stumbled. I had seen this before… in a dream. This exact position. This exact dungeon. But it wasn’t me I saw in chains—it was Rose. What the hell was going on? Why was the dream wrong? Or… was it? Maybe it was time I stopped ignoring them. Time I started questioning what my dreams really meant.

I looked outside to see that it was night already, I slept for five hours thereabout. I looked at my reflection and saw my own eyes in the mirror. My brown eyes glistened in the light, and my long, blonde hair flowed loosely around my face. I took note of my face's gentle curves and my cheeks' rosy hue. I felt pleased and at peace as I looked at my mirror because I knew that if not anything, I was pretty. The dream felt so true to be an illusion, it felt like a reality; like I was really in that place.

My eyes snapped open as I woke up from a bad dream. I was still shaking, and I could feel my heart pounding as I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead. I didn't want to go back to sleep. In my dream, I kept seeing myself inside the mirror maze room again, and I could see Marco's reflections everywhere. Then, to my horror, he escaped in one of the mirrors and ran after me. When he caught me, he tore my clothes and started hurting me.

SKYLAR I wipe down the mirror and then look at my reflection. I take a sharp breath in as the sunken look around my eyes is gone and there is more colour in my cheeks. Again, Iris seems to giggle at me in my head. I look into the mirror, staring at my reflection and say, “What are you giggling about?” I watch as the eyes, my eyes, change to the ones I saw in my dream and she says, “You have it bad…”

I then say, staring into her eyes, as she scrambles to grab a mirror from her bag fuzzing over her face. “You lair, I look as I always do. You're just saying nonsense”She says laughing out. “They say a mirror reflects the better version of a person's appearance . But look at yourself in the mirror all I see is obsession, hate and a lot of crazy darling and that isn't healthy”I say, before grabbing my bags as I started marching out before her words stop me in my tracks. “Remember my promise right?"She says as she moves towards me, staring at me.

It was a picture which would not leave her mind and even in her dreams she could see that the dress was torn. Which meant that the picture was stuck in her subconscious and she could still not figure out the whole dress even in her dream. Then she found herself staring at her reflection in the famous mirror and she could picture it in more detail this time. She was looking like a happy bride once again with her hair carefully done and her make up impeccable. And she was smiling at her reflection grinning like a fool. A fool in love.

She smirked, setting out the plates and she proceeded to scoop cups of rice inside the small sack. “It is not about what you think, Yana.” “So, what it is all about?” Yana asked, trying to figure the statement I uttered. “Can we take this mirror off, Yana?” “What do you mean?” Yana wondered, wiping off the bottom part of the rice container before putting it back to its shaft. “Yana,” I came closer to her. “When the mirror has gap, there is a possibility that the mirror is two-way. It means that there might be the back of it can be seen by others from there to here.”

Hana's eyes accidentally caught the reflection of her face in the large mirror located not far from where she slept. The reflection of her face in the mirror looked tired, with eye bags hanging wide over her eyes. Arrggh, because of that damn dream, Hana couldn't continue her sleep at all. Hana's mind was too fresh to put her to sleep. The scene in the dream is still vivid in Hana's head. In fact, the voice of the man choking her still felt very close to her ears. It was as if the man had just whispered directly to Hana, not in a dream.

While stretching my arms up, I saw my reflection inside the mirror which was installed above the sink countertop on one side of the laundry room. “Now that I remembered it…” I paced to the mirror and placed my hands on the countertop before staring deeply at my face. My gaze then drifted down to my neck. I remembered feeling a great amount of pain when I heard my flesh being pierced by his teeth. I thought I was gonna die that moment, but as I woke up and is standing in front of this mirror, looking completely fine, I am somewhat convinced that it was all a dream, probably. “What a scary lucid dream…” I rubbed my neck, te area that had being bitten inside the dream is clean without any bite