Beyond The Dream

A mirror is a fascinating symbol to explore in lucid dreams. It holds many unique qualities that are not attributed to the objective symbol in the mass mind. In the subjective world, however, it stills holds a hint of what the meaning of the symbol of a mirror really is and why it was created in our objective reality.

In “The Phantom of the Opera” mirrors abounded. One in particular caught my eye. It was in the diva’s dressing room and was a two-way mirror. It also served as a portal for entrance into the catacombs beneath the theatre. Thus, even in this cinematic opera we see a mirror’s potential uses: as a portal or as a way to uncover secrets.

I spent several months conjuring mirrors in my dreams because I found them so intriguing. At first, I noticed that when I looked in a mirror in a dream, I often did not see my own reflection! This amazed me since most objects behave in rather mundane ways in a lucid dream, much like you’d expect them to work in real-life. Why? Well, it seemed pretty obvious to me: I was the creator of the dream therefore why should I expect a mirror to act like anything other than a mirror? Where were these imaginations coming from?

So, for a few weeks, I spent a lot of time looking for mirrors in my dreams until it finally dawned on me to try and “create” one. It was taking far too long to wait for them to appear on their own. So, I did. At which point, the fun started. I reached out to touch the surface and it was liquid. I’d put my hand through it and experience different sensations. Then one day, I saw a different me in the mirror and she seemed very amused.

Remember that scene in “Snow White” where the wicked Queen uses her mirror to ask it questions? The mirror can not lie. I was using it much the same way. However, I wasn’t’done before the other me decided she had somewhere else to go. I stuck my hand through the mirror trying to pull her back and that’s when I wondered what was “behind” that mirror. So, I decded to peel the surface back, like a piece of magnetic tape, and much like the phantom, went down the corridor to face a future me.

She clapped her hands together in pure delight upon seeing me:”How wonderful!” She put her hands up to her face in mock shock with a wide grin on her face. Then, she made me tea and we sat and talked about ourselves and who we were.