Posted on: 2012-08-17 by eatscreamingegg

its an occurring segment of dreams that always start out completely different. i could be doing whatever, to walking round meeting people or running about. it could be the most happyest of dreams. until i turn a conner or open a door and there never more than a foot away from me is a mirror iv recalled from memory, by this point i cannot move because in this mirror i see myself fine and happy but my eyes don't linger on the image of me because always standing right behind me to my right is another me, i cannot feel this me, or at this point myself, i can only stair at this copy of myself for less than maybe three to five seconds before i wake up, its face and the horribly screaming it makes, fustily its face is burnt and bloody, and it opens its mouth and makes this terrifying noise, i don't know what its intentions are in this dream, when i wake i cannot move, ones I've grasped it was just a dream i analyse it. this thing with such a devotion to hurt me never lets me see the end.. when i see it its not fright but the fear you may have the day you become aware the cloths you own will fit you for the rest of your life, as if to say only a matter of time before your nothing, i don't think it will hurt me if i can manage to stay in this dream but like i said I'm not afraid of that, i just want to know what it wants…