For my dreams, they sometimes leave off at odd points. I expected a follow up to the dream three posts up, boy did I get one.
The next morning I woke up (in the dream) And went to the mirror to brush my teeth before a run. I had my iPod in (The song was The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance) and I was jamming, I raised my arm but couldn't move it past my chest. Confused, I opened my eyes towards my arm. There were two, one of them mine and the other lead back to the mirror. I shook out my earbuds, music still blaring and my reflection said, "Good song, top bad I finally gotcha."
As his grip tightened, I started to bleed. He was blunt and sharp, I was terrified. I punched the mirror, shattering it. The shards flew from the frame and I could hear my scream but it was broken and sounded furious. Midair, hands shot out of each share grabbing onto me and pulling me down. I got the fragments off and bolted out of my bathroom.
I turned left into the hallway and got closelined by two arms interlocked with eachother (two mirrors were across each other). They acted together and started pulling eachother out of the mirrors. I punched one of the mirrors and broke it too. The other had gotten out and sped towards me, I picked up a chair and swung in a wide arc but the other "me" caught it and tossed it away.
He began walking towards me and I woke up. I'm waiting for the next part if there'll be one
Veteran, just getting back into the sway of things