Thread: A Small Experiment: Going Through Mirrors

I have an experiment for all of you, purely for entertainment and curiosity.
When you are lucid, I want you to go inside a mirror. Come back here and share your experience.

Thanks.

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 ^^

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 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.