Margot Velvet

Tag: mirrors

  • Dreams of Mirrors

    Dreams of Mirrors

    My last post was about mirrors and I think it’s funny that I left off with “my dreams are reserved for those I love.” I had a dream about someone I didn’t recognize, and it was a bit eerie. Obviously, it also involved mirrors and reflections.

    Last week (and I wish I had written down the day it happened) I had a dream. I lived in a house I’ve never seen before, but I knew it well. It was a log cabin, 2 stories, surrounded by tall skinny trees (like in WI or MI). I came home and was standing in the driveway (gravel) and noticed something peculiar upstairs — I couldn’t tell what was “off” but something just didn’t seem right.

    I went inside and headed upstairs. I realized quickly that there were 2 rooms hidden in the house that I had NO IDEA were there. I realize this is a common trope in dreams, but the shock and confusion seemed real. I opened up the first door. There was a skinny twin sized bed with white sheets. The frame was too simple. It reminded me of the metal bedframes you see in movies from the 30’s and 40’s – or in old abandoned hospitals *shiver* (https://i2.wp.com/my1929charmer.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/Crochet-Bedspread-Iron-Bed-Vintage.jpg)

    The headboard was against the outside wall, to the right of the window, directly facing me. A deep, yellow-orange light had the room glowing with warmth. I noticed that there was someone sitting at a vanity just behind the door, to the left. She sat in a black (?) lacey dress. Her hair was parted down the center cleanly, pure white, in two short braids tied with a black ribbon. I immediately took a step back, embarrassed that I had walked in on someone. “Oh, I’m sorry to disturb you,” I managed to blurt out. She stood and turned toward me and her face was blank. Just white, shapeless skin. Confused, I turned to look at what she had been doing at the vanity, sitting in front of the mirror, since she had no face (lol). When I turned back, her features were filled in. They were not particularly memorable or shocking in any way but I don’t think she looked old, so the pure-white hair seemed to be the strangest thing about her. She said something I don’t recall, but she had a very sweet and passive energy. She seemed a tinge sad but definitely unbothered by me. I excused myself and closed her bedroom door. I noticed the other mystery door just down the short hallway to the left, but instead of investigating it, I went downstairs to find my husband and tell him about the weird extra rooms and the lady. Why didn’t we notice this? And then I seemed to remember that we knew she was there all along, or was supposed to have been there, but we just never saw her around. And then I remembered I was alone, and I would not find my husband there to tell him. I remember thinking “Oh, duh, we knew she was here, we just weren’t sure where she was! I have GOT to tell J about this… oh no, I can’t.”

    All very strange.

    I’ve read that discovering a new part of your house in a dream signifies that you are ready to, or actively are, learning about a new part of yourself. It makes sense: the house is our Self and the new addition is a new aspect coming to light. This lovely white-haired lady was not sat at her vanity (altar) gazing at herself in the mirror, but using it for some other purpose. I assume magic.

    Is this symbolic of me now? Learning and reading and crafting spell jars? And what was behind the second door? Will this be a second big revelation? A second life-altering self-discovery later down the road?

    Or is this a glimpse of future me, a widow in her dream house, staring emptily into a mirror?

    After writing this out and thinking about it more, maybe I was right all along. Maybe my dreams are reserved for those I love, and perhaps I am coming to love myself.

  • On Mirrors

    On Mirrors

    When I was young, maybe 6 or 7 or 8, I watched an episode of Fact or Fiction that changed my life forever.

    If you are not familiar with the premise of the show, they tell 4 stories. Some are made up and some are real. They are frequently paranormal and deal with ghosts or UFOs or some other taboo subject. At the end of the show, they tell you which ones were based on fact, and which were complete fiction.

    In this particular episode, a woman moves into a new home. She sets up a large mirror in her hallway outside her bedroom. After a few weeks, she notices the apparition of a woman appearing in the mirror every time she walks past. Sometimes her own reflection is distorted into the image of the ghost woman. Eventually, she ends up covering the mirror because it causes her so much distress.
    One evening, a man breaks into her home through the bedroom window. There is a struggle, and she runs out into the hallway. While she is trapped in his arms, the sheet gets pulled away from the mirror and the assailant sees the ghost woman. Completely spooked, he runs off but is caught by police. He reported that the woman he saw in the mirror was one of his previous victims.
    The story turned out to be true, and the dead woman was there to protect her, not scare her.

    Immediately after watching that, I took down the mirror in my bedroom.
    When staying in hotels, I will cover the mirror.
    When I spend the night at my parents’, I cover the mirror.
    At home, I make sure the mirror on my vanity is turned away from the bed before I go to sleep.
    Two weeks ago I rearranged the living room and had to move the TV just so I would not catch my reflection in it. I have no other mirrors in my house other than the necessary one in the bathroom. (As a 32 year old adult, I still freak out a little when I go into the bathroom and the light is off; I constantly imagine Bloody Mary waiting for me when I flip on the switch.) Mirrors in general just plain give me the creeps.

    I understand that, in the case of the Fact or Fiction show, the spirit was there to protect someone. But couple the fear of seeing the unexpected with the horror tropes from Hollywood — it’s just a burnt in phobia for me now.

    Anyway… getting back to the point of all of this: I dreamt of my grandma again today. In my dream, I saw her reflection in a TV screen. I won’t go into detail about the dream just now, but I find it interesting that that was how I saw her. As a reflection.

    I wonder if the MODE of how I saw her means anything. Mirrors. Reflections. Images. Imprints. Suggestions. Scrying. Gazing.

    I wonder if I would be good at scrying. Perhaps I avoid it because I am not ready to utilize it. I have to get over my irrational fear first.

    I feel my spirit strengthening. I feel like I am coming in closer to being in tune with the universe. Am I learning the language? Interpreting the signs correctly? When I am ready, I will find the perfect obsidian bowl to use for water scrying. I’m not sure I will ever be ready for a straight up mirror.

    —edited to add, briefly: I used to have a ghost companion (a story for another day) and the only time I could see him was through my rear view mirror. And again, I saw the ghost of Mr. Wysock at my grandparent’s house also from my car in the side-view mirror. At my cabin, I took a photo of my family and captured a silhouette of a deceased family member in the sliding glass door – a reflection. This confirms it. And it seems so obvious. If I want to communicate with the dead, I personally will need to use something reflective. A mirror. Water. Crystal ball. A TV. (My dreams are reserved for those I love.)—