mirror mirror on the wall

Date: 8/16/2016

I had heard of this legend that some very skilled people could teleport themselves to another universe through any mirror. In this other universe, flying was possible. It was full of mysteries, magic, excitement, etc. however, it was difficult to remain in this universe for long periods of time. I wanted to try it. I was in a house, looking for a suitable mirror. I tried a few mirrors, but it didn't work. There was a voice coaching me. It told me to focus on my reflection, relax, and i would feel and see myself falling forwards into the mirror, but to not be afraid. I could tell it was working. Suddenly I heard a demonic voice come into the house. It was looking for me. I knew I needed to hurry and exit through the mirror. But I had to relax. Finally, I fell through. In this alternate universe I was in the same looking house as before, except everything was reversed like it is inside a mirror. All the containment in this house held secrets. So j began searching through cabinets and finding small details, such as letters or a child's writing on the doors. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled back in the real universe. I made this journey several times, and I became almost an expert at it. Eventually when I came back to the real world, a man in a suit was there; he told me that he wanted me to stay out of that world. He threatened there would be consequences if I did not obey. Immediately I tried to leave through a mirror, but he caught me. I was in danger. But then, in the real world, I started to fly away. This has rarely been done before. I had become so practiced in the alternate world, that now I could incorporate flying in the real world. I kept flying higher and higher. I never looked down. I saw an airplane next to me. There was a plank in the air that two old people were walking on. I stopped to rest on the plank, and I looked down at the world. I became uneasy, and this is when the dream became darker. Some people were being pushed out of the sky and falling to their deaths. People fell from airplanes and unseen places. The old man fell from the plank. These people could not fly. I became afraid for myself. I wondered if I could enjoy the fall to the ground if I knew my death were approaching. I threw myself off the plank. I could still fly, I just needed to look up. When the falling people saw I could fly, they tried to grab on the me. I was afraid they would pull me down. I tried to fly away. It was bright and sunny with a few clouds. The evil man who threatened me was falling, and I started falling beside him. He tried to grab me. I was finally able to fly above him and away. At the end of the dream, I noticed other falling people learning to fly. They all had a different style. My flying style is moving my arms and legs like I'm swimming through waves. One man flew with his legs like a fin. He looked like a fish. One person did flips in the air. Everyone looked ecstatic. Everyone was floating. I finally realized what 'Neverland' really was. It was "never landing." So I decided I would never again land on the ground. I would spin the rest of my life above ground. I told everyone around me it was time to fly to Neverland. So we did.