Novel & Cerita Looking In The Mirror In A Dream

Slapping my head for my daydreaming, I turned on the tap and splashed of cold water on my face to wake myself. Still, my vision was blurry but I saw him in the mirror. I rubbed my eyes twice. He stood resting his back at the door. Looking handsome in his blue tuxedo. I blinked often to adjust the view in the mirror. "Am I dreaming?" I mustered rolling my eyes and stopped looking in the mirror. Clasping the toothbrush and paste, I brushed my teeth, he was not at the door now. Ohh, Jesus, stop playing with me. I brushed my teeth and went to use the washroom.

I said to myself. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a young woman with long black hair and green eyes. I had a delicate face and a slender body. This was the same woman I had seen in my dreams. Could she be in any way related to me or was I hallucinating?

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

I frowned as I went to each mirror, looking for any form of escape. In the first mirror, I went from having a face like a Picasso painting to looking like a batter and broken version of myself looking lifeless on the cement floor of the torture room covered in blood. “Is that reality, and this just my final death dream? I thought you saw your life flash before your eyes when you died. This isn’t anything from my memories.” I frowned and moved to the next mirror.

Suddenly I gasped out from the dream, breathing hard. “This nightmare! It has been long, I had it! What is going on?" I questioned myself, still breathing hard. Slowly, I got out of the bed, entered the bathroom and splashed water on my face. Looking at the mirror, I stare back at my reflection wondering why this dream is coming back now, again!.

Most importantly, the bond was also still there. I walked to the mirror at the dressing table and I looked at my face. For a sec, I saw the faces of the two replicas of me in the mirror instead of my reflection. I blinked, startled for a while and I looked walked to the windows, rolling up the window blinds so the room could be brighter and less stuffy. What did that dream mean?? My dreams always manifested in reality I have absolutely no idea what this one means. I sighed, giving up and I walked back to my dressing table.

I roll my eyes as I walk back to the bathroom. “No. Did I fuck the bad out of you?” I ask with a cheeky grin before closing the bathroom door. The mirror fragments have been picked up, and a whole new mirror sits before me. Was it all a dream? I touch the mirror as if my fingertips can bring this dream back.

My eyes never left my reflection in the mirror as my emotions kept spiraling out of control and in an instant, a sharp sound echoed within the corner walls and several cracks appeared in the mirror, splitting me into several reflections of myself. "Snap out of this. It's just a dream. Just a dream. Only a dream and nothing more," I repeated, my eyes not breaking free from the several reflections in the mirror as I tried to convince myself that the terrible feeling in my chest had nothing to do with my dream. I sighed, feeling my body and emotions calming down. It was only a dream, like the others I had back in my brother's pack. I had spelled myself heavily so I didn't understand why it came

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

she admitted, and the three sisters looked at each other. “It may simply be that you and your wolf are creating a mate in your mind,” Imogen said. With this suggestion, the triplet sisters relaxed. “He tries to get me to look in the mirror or glass so that he can see me.” Even more alarmed, the triplets sat up again and spoke to one another through the mind link. “Do you?” her mentor asks. “Do you ever look at your reflection in your dreams?” “No,” Emily shook her head. “During training we were told to never look at a reflection in our dreams.”