Thread: A Small Experiment: Going Through Mirrors

Will add this to my to-do list.

I would do this if I can even get another lucid

Yeah, this is actually a great method of transportation... I do it all the time Using mirrors as "magical" portals to other dimensions is a great way to travel I'm sure there's another thread about this somewhere... Well, good luck anyways

This is how I teleported once ^^

I used to have a lot of anxiety toward mirrors. They just kind of freaked me out, while I was lucid, so I always kind of avoided them. When I came to DV, they had a few mirror-related Tasks of the Month, and now I use them to travel around, every now and then. I think my favorite encounter with a mirror was when I stuck my hands inside of it to pull out my reflection. I only got his head halfway out, because he kept resisting. I don't remember exactly what happened after that, but I know I never ended up pulling him all the way out.

I've gotten "wrapped inside" of a mirror, once, too. I tried to walk through it, and it was soft and malleable, like in the picture of Neo that Exo posted. I pushed my way into it and it enclosed around me, so that I was covered in a shiny, reflective cocoon for a few moments, before the scene changed.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

I've gotten "wrapped inside" of a mirror, once, too. I tried to walk through it, and it was soft and malleable, like in the picture of Neo that Exo posted. I pushed my way into it and it enclosed around me, so that I was covered in a shiny, reflective cocoon for a few moments, before the scene changed.

When I go inside mirrors, its just a big cocoon of reflective silver liquid. I can't go inside one, because I fear I'll get trapped and suffocate.

I've always had a disturst of mirrors, so I do my best to avoid them. Something about them just makes me uneasy.

Originally Posted by Yaylena

Yeah, this is actually a great method of transportation... I do it all the time Using mirrors as "magical" portals to other dimensions is a great way to travel I'm sure there's another thread about this somewhere... Well, good luck anyways

Ditto

Most of you are missing the point. I want you, in the next lucid, to walk through a mirror and see what happens. Don't pre-determine the outcome. Just do it.

I have had a fear of mirrors for the longest time. I finally stared into a mirror one night for about an hour in waking life. Then, I began walking into mirrors in dreams. I highly recommend it.

Thought of this thread, while lucid, the other night...

Originally Posted by Oneironaut's Matrix

There was an open door to my left, and I stuck my head inside. I don't remember if I tried to turn on the light and failed, or I just walked in, but everything was dark inside the room. I looked at the wall to my right, and saw my reflection, staring back at me in the dark. A mirror. I stared into the eyes of my reflection, and he stared right back at me. I moved closer, and he followed suit, seemingly with his own pace, and subtle body movements that really just didn't seem to match my own. We just stared at each other as we walked closer. It was really no less creepy than the little boy in the hallway. Almost immediately, I remember the thread somebody had posted on DV, saying that - the next time we encounter a mirror - we should walk through it, to see what happens. Since walking through mirrors usually causes a drastic dream scene change, for me, I decided to have a little fun first. With my dimly-lit shadow staring back at me, I lunged at the mirror and sank my arms into it. I couldn't even feel the glass, this time, and it was like there was nothing there. I grabbed around behind my reflection, and noticed he had done the same thing to me, bringing his arms out of the mirror to wrap around mine. I started pulling backward, to try to bring my reflection out of the mirror, and onto my side of the glass. He was a strong som'bitch, though, and kept resisting. It was pretty even. Again - like the last time I tried this, I was only able to bring him out just a little bit. This time, the stalemate made it feel like the dream was beginning to unravel, so I gave in, and let him go. Not wanting to lose the dream, without doing what I'd meant to do, I stepped forward and sank my face into the mirror, followed by my whole body. The reflected image I was seeing, of the dark room behind me, stayed the same. My reflection was gone. It seemed as though I'd stepped precisely into the reflection. In the little bit of light, still creeping in from the door, I saw that all the furniture and picture frames on the wall were the same way they had been, in the reflection. It was really weird. It was the first time that walking through a mirror actually felt more like walking into the reflection, through a window. Very surreal. As could almost be expected, though, stepping into the reflection - smooth a transition as it was - still made things become more unstable, and soon, the dream dimmed itself out, and the scene changed.

I was now on daylit plains, still lucid. There was nothing aroud me, except a line of very large trees. After walking a while, I left the tall grass and took to the air, flying just high enough to get a better view. Within the trees, I could see large swaths of them that were cut down. Many of these tree stumps were massive. Maybe a hundred feet around, or so. Some of them had what looked like family crests carved into the flattened tops of the stumps. I surveyed a bit more and actually found a civilization of people living in the woods. They were completely integrated with the thicker, forest area, and had rope bridges and huts and canopys strewn all through the trees. Dropping back to the ground, I came upon a commotion. A lot of these tree-dwelling people had wrangled some kind of very large animal, and they were having a hell of a time subduing it. Once I was able to get a good look at the animal, I could clearly see that it was a gryphon. A very big gryphon. And these guys just could not get it to keep it's talons on the ground.

With nothing else to do, I decided to help out. I slung my hand out in the creature's direction and made a long string of rope manifest, attaching it to the gryphon's neck. I tried to pull downward, but was instantly lifted off of my feet. The power of this raptor's flailing around, slung me around, like a ragdoll. But it wasn't violent, in the least. It was as if I was weightless, and just flowing with the wind pushed off of its enormous wings. I never touched the ground, after that, just kind of swung around like a kite tail. I tried to exert my will to put my feet on the ground, a few times, but I was completely overwhelmed by this upward flow that seemed to keep my afloat. It was actually a lot of fun.

The next thing I know, I'm back in the dark house again. Wandering some random hallways. Still lucid...

And I'm glad I did. That was the cleanest walk through a mirror I've ever done.

Sounds cool, might try this when i have a successful WILD attempt.

I walk into mirrors all of the time!

Let me share a few of my experiences:

I think during my first time, I went through the mirror, I felt not a thing. But, then I looked back and saw the back of the mirror- and through it. I look around me, and I see the identical mirror, and the counter, since it was a bathroom mirror. Then, I went through it a few more times and came to my destination: a bowling alley, and an odd one at that.

A few days ago, I went suddenly through a mirror- a small one, but it worked, quickly, and didn't think of where I wanted to go (long story), so I came into this room full of relativly small mirrors . I then teleported AGAIN using a mirror...because it was creepy in there. I teleported to a school.

In order to teleport...that's what I usually use, a mirror! Also have used a book and a TV before.

I had a recurring dream when I was a kid of being pulled inside of a mirror by a little girl. it terrified me. I never really see mirrors in my dreams anymore though.

I've done this on several occasions.

Of those that I remember; once I pushed through the mirror and entered a 'space' that was a grey void, the color of reflective metal that isn't actually reflecting anything. Another time, I entered a room with no doors that was like a small child's play room.

Succeeded doing this last night.

I was being led through a corridor on what must have been the second or third story of some large educational facility by a girl I used to know when I was a kid. The walls were beige and there were no windows. The only door was just ahead of us and opened onto a room of similar color, probably 12x26 feet (to illustrate that it was much longer than it was wide). Natural light spilled in here from the right, where there were now two windows. On the far end of this room stood a bunch of music stands, and in the middle was a stool with a vanity table in front (these have mirrors mounted to them). My friend told me she'd be right back, so she shut the door and I sat myself before the table, peering into the mirror and losing myself in thought. It was about 10 or 15 seconds later that I was reminded of this mirror task, and all at once I realized that it was possible to attempt here because I was dreaming.

I went ahead and punched my fist into the mirror, not fearing that it would shatter. It went through with a deep warbling noise as the reflective surface appeared to become thick and fluid, rippling slowly inward and outward as if breathing. With my right arm inside I bent it outwards to the side and used it to pull the rest of my upper body in. The moment my head was through I saw that I was standing in the same room, but that either centuries had passed or that I was in some alternate universe that mirrored the one I had come from (no pun intended, though I guess it's appropriate here). Vines covered the walls that were now to cracked plaster, some of it rotted from mold. There was a white car crashed through the wall on my right, just ahead of me. Nevermind that this was 18 or so feet in the air. I had a little trouble getting my waist through, as it went through the glass at a much slower rate and I had to push down on the mirror to get it past and then over my legs. After I stepped out I turned around and saw a green car turned on its roof, the windows on it smashed to pieces and the interior shredded. I felt the urge to begin writing this down, but I knew such a wish was senseless. I could not bring my immediate descriptions back with me.

I ventured outside and found that, alternate universe or not, it was in the future relative to my world. Humanity was living alongside an intelligent machine race. The day I had arrived on, however, was the day that one of these machines had for the first time in history willingly killed a human being. I was in an alley where people were selling wares and the atmosphere was comfortable and warm. The sun was setting and the sky was lit with that nuclear red-orange color it gets whenever the sun dips below the horizon in a place with too many pollutants strung in the air. A news robot rolled up with flashing lights on its head with the message playing: "WAR! HUMANITY DECLARES GLOBAL WAR ON MACHINES! WAR!..." I asked the robot what was going on, to which it responded, "Humanity, in their fear, has decided it would be in their best interests to exterminate us." And all at once the human people in the alley began to scream and shout, happy barbarians preparing for battle (for these people wore smiles on their insane faces). They began to overturn their own displays of goods and grabbed for themselves an assortment of makeshift clubs. They rioted.

And so it was that I watched in great sadness my kind begin to smash to pieces every defenseless machine and device around them, savages in the throes of their violent ecstasy. I was shouting for them to stop, that humanity's collective actions were going to revert them to the stone age, and that the machines were peaceful. I was shouting to them that there could be peace. I think tears began to roll down my face as I stood helpless to protect what were innocent, sentient creatures. I must have forgotten that I was in a dream, but I was so taken by the environment that I became a part of the story. I did remember that I was not originally from this world.

Well, that continued, and the dream got foggier to recall. There was a lot to do with underground highways, but that could have been a part of another dream or later on in the same one (and I think it was in the same one, which makes this relevant). I had varying bouts of lucidity in these as I began to run alongside and past cars at breakneck speeds. Anyways...

My first trip through a mirror was into a parallel world.
I owe this lucid adventure to Loaf.

Wow, its crazy how simply jumping through a mirror caused such an amazing dream.

I will try this next time I have a lucid.

Ditto!

Also, 100th post! woot.