Mirrored Shapeshifting: A Dream Unveiled

Have you ever found yourself lost in a dream so enthralling that the line between reality and the realm of dreams becomes blurred? Where your experiences and emotions are so vivid that the dream might as well become your new reality?

I’ve had my fair share of such dreams, which some might refer to as astral projections. Although I can tell the difference between dreams and reality when I’m awake, these otherworldly experiences have left a profound imprint on my consciousness. What’s even more fascinating is when these dreams appear to be synchronized with events from my waking life.

In the days following my unsettling encounter at the venue club, where an old security guard shared an uncanny resemblance to my late grandfather, George, and my rendezvous with a lady with unearthly white skin from the post Hoodwinked in My Sleep, I found myself entangled in a dream like no other.

In this dream, my identity underwent a striking metamorphosis, yet my cognitive thoughts and reasoning remained anchored. My consciousness directed the actions of the being I had become, much like my experience as a fish in my post, The Incan Sacrifice.

I stood in a dimly lit room, with the only source of light emanating from a freestanding oval mirror with a silver frame. The mirror’s frame was adorned with intricate patterns and glowed with a mysterious luminescence. It was reminiscent of the hallway mirror from my grandparents’ home. As I puzzled over my location and the reason for the mirror’s presence, I sensed a group of men seated on a sofa behind me.

I felt an inexplicable connection to one of the men – my late grandfather. His presence seemed to envelop me, warming my soul. As the dream continued to unfold, I felt disoriented and lightheaded, as though I had consumed one too many drinks. Desperate to maintain my balance, I managed to stammer, “What is happening to me?” before collapsing onto one knee.

As I regained my composure, I glanced back at the sofa and found my grandfather’s face illuminated, his eyes wide with shock and his mouth agape in disbelief. Sensing the profound alteration within me, I instinctively asked my grandfather if I had shapeshifted, to which he solemnly nodded in confirmation. With newfound curiosity, I turned back to the mirror, revealing my altered reflection.

I was greeted by piercing, owl-like red eyes and skin adorned with luminescent silver scales that shimmered like the mirror frame. My body was hairless, and my appearance was strikingly similar to the lady with the unearthly white skin I had encountered previously. My newly-acquired red eyes enabled me to see clearly in the darkness of the room.

The synchronicities between my dream state and my waking-life encounters leave me contemplating a myriad of questions: Who are these red-eyed, immortal, androgynous, amphibious, serpent-like beings? Do they exist in our reality? Are they known in other cultures? Is this a divine gift or a curse from the gods? And what do these synchronicities signify? Are they mere coincidences or a glimpse into something more profound?

  • Ishtar, Queen of the Night. Inanna was the Sumerian goddess of love, beauty, desire, sex, fertility, war, combat, justice, and political power. She was later worshipped by the Akkadians, Babylonians, and Assyrians under the name Ishtar.

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