Dream: Twin Imagery

Date: 6/5/2020

My name was Megan Taylor. I was a powerful witch who kept her skills as a witch a secret. I lived a double life to hide that part of me behind closed doors while in the open I was a singer/songwriter for a lot of folk music and soft rock music. As a singer I was the artist "Ambiance" and had gained a following. My music called out to the world as I spoke up about hard topics and stood alongside the oppressed. I had been brought to one of the biggest news companies for a live interview. It was time being shared with an alt rock all girl band that I had become familiar with. They hadn't ever done me wrong but we weren't exactly on the best of terms either. "So, Ambiance-" the interviewer started. "Please call me Megan. It's really alright." I told her with a light laugh and a smile. The interviewer seemed to relax a little at that and nodded, "Megan, you've gained quite some traction in the music charts lately as you work alongside many protesters. Some people think you're doing this for attention and don't mean what you say, is there a way to clear the air?" I gave a soft, but understanding, smile, "I'd love to clear the air. The thing is, there will always be someone who thinks I'm doing it for attention. They aren't entirely wrong. I am doing it for attention. We need these topics to get a lot of attention and that's what I'm doing. I'm making sure people hear and people see. Will people hate me for that? Probably. Them hating me doesn't matter. What matters is voices are being heard." The audience went quiet and so did the interviewer. The alt rock girls, band name was Karma, looked my way. The lead singer, Karina, smirked at me. "Does your family actually stand by your beliefs? She asked me.  "I can't speak for my extended family but my mother, my sisters, and my brother-in-law have all openly spoken up against this oppression where they can." I explained calmly, having been prepared for something like this, "Do you stand up against the oppressors?" Karina flinched. She apparently hadn't planned ahead. Her bandmate, and lead guitarist, Alya, spoke up instead. "We do. When we can. We're not all adult age. We don't have the same capabilities as you. However we do speak up when we can." Alya explained and I smiled. The interviewer found her voice again as she applauded lightly. "Wonderful. So glad to know we have such forward thinking people in our midst." She looked back to me now, "There has been rumor that you're also the famous author Addison Taylor, is that correct?" I laughed aloud and then covered my mouth. "Sorry. Sorry. It just seems a bit hilarious to me. We have some similar views but we aren't that similar in personality." "Yet she looks exactly like you," Maura, the final member of Karma, said in surprise. I shook my head and waved to the side of the stage. Addison came out, a hat on her had that she used to try and hide her face. "Of course she does, we're twins." I told them with a laugh. Addison gave an awkward smile and stood by my chair. She looked to the others, "I'm just not as vocal as her because I'm actually really sickly most the time."  The interview continued with some questions asked towards Addison now. At the end she, Karma, and I all gave references of where one could go to help with the protests. Eventually we got home and I felt myself sigh. I shut the curtains and the image of Addison faded away. I walked to my room and looked in the mirror, tears on my face, as I looked at my twin. "You did really good at portraying me with your magic, sister." Addison said through the mirror. "I just wish it could have really been you." I told her calmly. She placed a hand against the glass and so did I. Our hands blocked by a thin glass and the gate between realms. Years ago, when she'd first been published, Addison had become a more powerful witch than me. She really had been more powerful most our lives but more so back then. She had learned of a way to enter the mirror dimension and to gain knowledge from it. She'd entered a few times before but the last time… well the time she'd gone in she'd gotten trapped there. I speak with her through the mirrors. I write her stories so they can get published. In exchange she helps me as I try and write my songs and my protest speeches. During all this our mother, younger sister, and brother-in-law are all doing the research they can to help us find a way to free Addison. "Don't worry Megan, I'm sure I'll be back soon." Addison told me as I laid back on my bed. "I hope so. I really miss you." (Then I awoke.)