Thread: Mirrors in Lucid Dreams (and bad experiences with them)

Originally Posted by Barns

I wouldn't look into dream mirrors if I were you.

Once I looked into a mirror and saw a very old man with a top had in my place.

Then I looked away, and when I looked back his face had practically decayed away, and then he leapt at me through the mirror.

That was really freaky, and I had to use my waking technique really hard to make him disappear

I just read this and it spooked me. That would be really really scary.
I tried to provoke a scary image in the mirror. I had an LD where I was a ghost. I looked into the mirror and kept screaming really loudly (loud noises seem to provoke freaky things in my dream) but nothing happened. I just turned white (like a ghost you see).

I have a feeling this thread had something to do with this dream. My mirror phobia has been coming back lately.

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

I was out on the front patio with my father, when I noticed a tan, axe-head shaped UFO flying above us. Startled, I tried to point it out to my father, only to realize he was nowhere to be found. My confusion lasted only a few seconds before I woke from the vision and found myself lying on the ground. I had blacked out, fallen out of my chair, and imagined the entire UFO scenario. The sky was empty except
for a flock of small, black birds. Something still did not feel right. I felt a pain in the side of my stomach, like a foreign object was lodged there. Was I just abducted and implanted? Did I really just black out?

Nauseous and dizzy, I made my way to the bathroom. Worried I would black out again, I told my father to come in after me if I wasn't out in two minutes. I sat on the toilet to steady myself, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was alone in the bathroom, but could feel some sort of presence next to me. As I turned my head to look, Josh appeared from thin air and let out a nightmarish scream right in my face. I screamed, too, feeling a disorienting dual awareness. Josh started dragging me into the mirror as I felt my real body struggling to scream through the sleep paralysis.

I recognized the feeling of a dream, and assumed I must have passed out again. I continued to scream, desperately hoping my father would hear my screams, and come into the bathroom to wake me up. Hands shook me awake. I expected to wake on the bathroom floor with my father, but instead found myself safely in bed with my girlfriend.