I've dreamed, seven years ago, of Merlin. He told me he made me the gift of a mirror in which I will always see the truth.

He was marvelous. Beautiful old sorcerer, dressed as Gandalf (it was years before I saw The Lord of the Ring). He was of an intense blue color and shining magically, as nothing terrestrial can shines like.

He was on the other side of the street. When I had the mirror in my hand, a delicate piece of white tissue came on me from the sky.

That's for my dream.

A couple of months ago, I googled "Merlin's mirror". I discovered that there is a book titled the same, written by Andre Norton.

I found on some reviews that it is the story of a woman to which Merlin gave a magical mirror in which she can see all truths. And I don't remember exactly, but I've also read that there was a relation with that magical mirror and a white sheet of tissue. I think it was supposed to be the tissue to use to clean the surface, and it came with the mirror itself.

Before dreaming of Merlin, seven years ago, I had a few strong coincidences related to his persona.

I'm still afraid to read that book. I'm not ready, and I may never be ready anyway.

If you couldn't believe my story, I wouldn't blame you. I wouldn't believe any story like that.