Posted on: 2016-05-03 by Guest

Background info: my great grandmother is dead, has been about 13 years or so; both my grandparents are still [currently] alive; the only great grandmother I have ever known is my grandfather’s mother; I only recall the end of my dream, I seldom can successfully remember full dreams. Two nights ago I dreamt that I and a small group of friends and family went to visit my "great grandmother"'s. Actually the face I saw was my grandmother but she had the mind of my grandfather's mother and still seemed feeble. In my dream this made me feel slightly confused, but I ignored it. One of my friends took me to raid the wardrobe (the friend is a new acquaintance of mine). I, however, had no desire to see that part of the house for an unknown reason. She pulled me to the room and in front of a mirror on a dresser and I felt this creeping fear/almost dread that I should not be there and should definitely not look in the mirror that my friend was trying to have me look into. She went to put a cloak on me and the moment it touched my shoulders I told her that we shouldn't be there and ran back into the main part of the house. Excluding the mirror's room, the rest of the house consists of a living room and kitchen area that is exactly like my grandparents'. After some events that I can’t really recall, the friend emerged again from the room. She tried to get me back in there once more and, somehow succeeding, I was pushed (slightly bumped would be more accurate as it was not intentional, but did cause me to stumble in front of it) and my eyes shot over and past the mirror. I saw into it only for a split second but it was enough that it looked like the shell of my real grandmother was standing about 5-7 feet behind me. All I saw was her with no eyes. Like a literal shell, she was hollow. I was terrified but I didn’t dare look back into the mirror to discover more. I left the room and did not return to it for the little remainder of the dream. I have no more recollection past this because it has been plaguing my mind. I can’t get past it. I’ve never dreamt of a mirror before and it’s presence in my dream was so brief I could hardly say the dream was about the mirror. I had never before heard of any positive or negative influences of mirror’s in dreams until after the dream when I looked it up.