The Dream Within the Mirror

My heart and head are full of turmoil. I toss and turn in bed, then a voice, soft and gentle comes to me:

"Your mirror will show you the way. It will tell you what is true."

The mirror. I know exactly what the voice is speaking of.

It is a mirror I obtained in another dream. I found it in an old leather bag.When I first pulled it out I thought it was a little thing of beauty.

When I held it up I realized that I could see so much more than was in the room. It startled me, and I put it away.

In my mind, I find the bag and pull the mirror out, but am hesitant. I have never used it in this manner before.

The voice guides me to look at myself.  I am told to observe what I see.

I look into the mirror. At first, everything seems ordinary. I see my face, with all of its freckles and imperfections, then it becomes a red heart with the word 'Love' scripted across it.

Then the scene changes and I see 25 red, long stem roses in a crystal vase and I hear these words:

"You are pure romance. Your heart is full of love."

I looked into the mirror again.  This time I sought the face of a friend.  A picture was not hard to obtain, but the courage to look at it was.

When I forced myself to stare at it, it began to swirl and wave, until it was a muddy mess of grey.  Then it grew darker -- black and deep. 

A deep darkness.

The darkness became a deep well, filled with clear cold water. At the bottom of the well I could see a man, chained -- held prisoner.

He sits in the well, crying. Never looking up.

His chain is long enough -- he could come to the surface if he wanted to.

I drop a pebble into the well, to see if I can get his attention. It causes the surface to ripple, and though I think I can detect some movement, by the time the water is still, all is the same as it was before, but now the sun is setting and I can only see the stones that make up the side of the well. And then the sun disappears and all is dark again.

I keep watching and the surface of the water begins to shimmer with a silver light.

I think it is moonlight, but there is no moon out tonight. But the shimmering continues. Then I hear a noise from below. It sounds sweet, like a flute, yet deep, like sorrow.

The man is swimming to the top. He comes within a few inches of the surface and stops. He has a greenish-silver tinge, like copper that has been left to weather.

He is looking me in the eyes, pleading with me to leave. I don't want to go. I want to reach out my hand to him, but I don't think I should touch the water. I start to reach, but stop. He is shaking his head 'no'.

I pull my hand back, and lean farther over the well for a better look, but my tears begin to fall. They distort the water. I want to stop crying, but I can't, and now, I can't see my friend.

Just as I begin to get my tears under control it begins to rain. I am thinking that all hope is gone, when a hand reaches out of the well and grabs onto the side opposite me.

The man pulls himself out of the well and walks away. He never even turns to look at me. Eventually he fades into the darkness. His chain lingers over the edge of the well.

Now the voice directs me to seek the image of my enemy. A number of pictures flow across the surface of the mirror, all representative of her. Finally the images settle on one of a woman walking away. Then the scene becomes alive. She is walking down a set of railroad tracks and a train is coming swiftly behind her.

I know she can hear it. I know that she can feel it, as the tracks rumble. Now the train obscures her from sight. Soon it reaches the place where I last saw her, and then it is past. The tracks are empty and the mid-day sun is bright. The wood and the air are still.

After several minutes of nothing the wind begins to blow. Dust, dirt and trash make it impossible to see more than a few feet into the scene. The wind blows and blows until clouds roll in and rain begins to fall in stinging torrents.

Eventually, it is dark and still. There is no noise and no light, but I sense a hawk up in the sky.

It circles lower and lower, until it is right above me, for now I am standing by the tracks, and then, it lands on my shoulder. It straightens a few feathers before it whispers to me, "She is gone!"

I look into the hawk's face and wonder what else he knows, but he merely nods and flies away into the blackened sky.

"Now, look at yourself again."

The voice commands. I stare into the mirror and see my face. I note my eyes staring back at me. They are sad and lonely. As I watch, a light begins to grow in them and I feel myself begin to smile. The light continues to grow, until it is like looking into the sun.

I hear birds chirping and can smell the damp earth. New grass is growing. It is spring in the mountains. I can hear the snow melt running down the gullies, chattering happily.

As I stand there, I wonder about the Mountain Bluebird -- has he come yet?

Then the man from the well walks softly up behind me and wraps his arms around my shoulders. I stiffen in his embrace, remembering the way he walked away, but he leans forward and says, "Somethings I've just got to do for myself."

While I understand his words, I don't agree. "Your behavior hurt me," I say, finding my voice for the first time.

"You know I never meant you any harm," he replies, still holding on.

I want to relax, but don't dare to let my guard down.

What would happen if I were to push him away and walk towards those distant lakes?

What will happen if I stay?

I find focusing on the mirror in my hand more and more difficult. I don't want to look anymore. I don't know what decision to make. Then I hear the voice say,

"That is enough for now. You can put it away."

As I watch, the picture fades away, and the mirror I hold in my hand seems so ordinary. A simple oval mirror in a wooden frame: Beautiful, yet ordinary.

Ivorwen, 2011.

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Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him;
Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way,
Because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass.
Cease from anger, and forsake wrath;
Do not fret--it only causes harm.  --Psalm 37:7-8

Take off your hat, kick off your shoes
You know you ain't going anywhere
You spend all your time singing your blues
You know you ain't going anywhere

You've always been a good friend of mine
Your heart it bids farewell
The only time you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well

Throw down your gun, you might shoot yourself
Or is that what you're trying to do?
Put up the fight you believe to be right
And one day the sun will shine through

You've always got something to hide
Something you just can't tell
The only time you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well, yeah

You know what you're wishing for
Love in a peaceful world
Love in a peaceful world
Love in a peaceful world, yeah

You've always been a good friend of mine
Your heart it bids farewell
The only time you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well, yeah

No, everybody has a dream, yeah
Oh no, no, no, oooh
I wish you well, yeah
I know, know
All you're looking for is love