The Mirror Of Your Dreams

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There were mirrors in my dream.

I knew that I was dreaming because I felt dizzy and paralysed. I could barely move. I was freezing in a light dark blue medieval dress which bared my white shoulders. I found myself holding a oval shaped mirror. My fingers were stuck on its vintage bronze border. I could not get rid of it. As my long hair flew around my face due to the strong merciless wind, my eyes were compelled by an invisible force to look straight into the mirror.

I did not know where I was. I only spotted some dark blue clouds around me and dead trees, or were they mountains and hills? I could not even recognise myself in that oval mirror, whose surface looked like that of a troubled lake on a winter night.

I was helpless and could do nothing but stand still and watch what it wished to show me. It was useless to resist.

At first I saw the stars and galaxies. My silhouette was still present in the reflection but everything inside had transformed into outer space. I was a portal. I travelled through space and time.

I saw my shining body dancing and acting on stage, in the drama club. Acting was my passion. The stars shone even brighter as I faintly heard the round of applause of the audience. Yet I did not stop dancing. I was not done yet. My shadow suddenly moved away and I could have gasped if I had been able to: there was Caleb, the vampire, all soaked in blood, his fangs showing off, dancing with me.

I could not understand.

The audience’s approval made itself even louder. Caleb and I were playing together, following the script, laughing and letting go. I did not hear my laugh though. Instead a terrible tsunami of apprehension overwhelmed me as my silhouette in the mirror removed a glimmering star from its body.

But it was not a simple star. It was a dagger.

The stage suddenly went dark and only a single red spotlight centred both of them. I saw my own shadow lifting the sharp object up in the air, ready to strike Caleb.

It went down like a rocket.

I woke up on my bed, my whole body sweating. I felt Shadow’s reassuring fluffy black fur next to me and gradually made my heartbeat slow down to a normal pace. Although I had stopped panting, my thoughts were racing.

I was Clare and I was a witch, destined to protect humans from vampires.

But was I truly ready to kill?

An Evil Nymph.

PS: hey! I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating the ‘Unpredicted’ series page – I keep forgetting about it! But now it’s all right – you can read the whole series over there.

By the way I am also blogging on Randomsrc, so please go and check it out! I’m publishing a post once every week over there and here are my two latest posts: If It’s Meant To Be… and Some Thoughts On Positive Thinking. Enjoy!