Erick1770
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This nightmare is a bit long, but I would like to know if it has any meaning, since it was very vivid for me.
I dreamed that I arrived at my house and went directly to my room. When I entered, the lights were off, but I could see a little inside thanks to the light from the hallway that was on (my door has skylights). The furniture in my room in the dream was not the same as in real life; all of it was different, but everything else (the door, window, color, and structure of the room) was the same.
One piece of furniture in particular caught my attention, it looked like a vanity with a mirror that had several messy things on top. I quickly went to the vanity to look at myself in the mirror, which was cracked and dirty, but I could still clearly see my reflection. When I looked at it, my reflection started to move even though I was standing still. It had black eyes and began making a terrifying expression. I immediately looked away, but something inside me told me I had to keep looking.
When I looked back at my reflection, it was now making perverse expressions; its eyes had changed from black to blood-red, and it began whispering in a low voice. In the dream, I knew what my reflection was trying to tell me, and it felt as if I had no other option but to face what it had to say. So I told it that if it had something to say, it should just say it already. Then my reflection raised its voice and told me straight to my face, several times, something dark that I know exists inside me and that I’ve been repressing.
After hearing this, my face started to make the same perverse expression as my reflection, as if I had lost control over my own face, and I felt as though some kind of evil energy had entered my body and was trying to possess me.
Then I saw, in one of the corners of the vanity, an object that looked like a skull-shaped candle. I picked up the candle and moved it to another piece of furniture, but when I did, I was overcome with immense fear, as if moving the candle had caused my most private thoughts, so to speak, to start becoming reality. I quickly returned the candle to the vanity.
When I placed it back in its spot, I began shouting at the mirror and the skull candle that I accepted there was darkness inside me, but that I refused to let it dominate me, that I had control over that darkness. After shouting that, I woke up from the dream.
I dreamed that I arrived at my house and went directly to my room. When I entered, the lights were off, but I could see a little inside thanks to the light from the hallway that was on (my door has skylights). The furniture in my room in the dream was not the same as in real life; all of it was different, but everything else (the door, window, color, and structure of the room) was the same.
One piece of furniture in particular caught my attention, it looked like a vanity with a mirror that had several messy things on top. I quickly went to the vanity to look at myself in the mirror, which was cracked and dirty, but I could still clearly see my reflection. When I looked at it, my reflection started to move even though I was standing still. It had black eyes and began making a terrifying expression. I immediately looked away, but something inside me told me I had to keep looking.
When I looked back at my reflection, it was now making perverse expressions; its eyes had changed from black to blood-red, and it began whispering in a low voice. In the dream, I knew what my reflection was trying to tell me, and it felt as if I had no other option but to face what it had to say. So I told it that if it had something to say, it should just say it already. Then my reflection raised its voice and told me straight to my face, several times, something dark that I know exists inside me and that I’ve been repressing.
After hearing this, my face started to make the same perverse expression as my reflection, as if I had lost control over my own face, and I felt as though some kind of evil energy had entered my body and was trying to possess me.
Then I saw, in one of the corners of the vanity, an object that looked like a skull-shaped candle. I picked up the candle and moved it to another piece of furniture, but when I did, I was overcome with immense fear, as if moving the candle had caused my most private thoughts, so to speak, to start becoming reality. I quickly returned the candle to the vanity.
When I placed it back in its spot, I began shouting at the mirror and the skull candle that I accepted there was darkness inside me, but that I refused to let it dominate me, that I had control over that darkness. After shouting that, I woke up from the dream.