Looking at myself in a mirror in a dream is always uncanny. I know it’s me looking at me even though it’s a little different than me and I also know I’m dreaming while I’m doing it.

Looking at myself in a mirror in a dream is always uncanny. I know it’s me looking at me even though it’s a little different than me and I also know I’m dreaming while I’m doing it.

it was a long gaze.

I stared at my face, pulled up my shirt to check how my weight loss is doing and pinched my stomach.

look back up at my face and watched it change a little but not much and I thought how this doesn’t happen in real life unless one is on certain drugs.

that’s when I knew I was in a dream.

I looked around and saw I was in a hallway — it was noisy like a school hallway between classes.

I mean, I knew I was in the hallway because that’s how I got to the mirror. but rather I pulled back and saw myself looking at myself in a hallway from a camera point of view.

back at my regular perspective, I was smiling at my shifting face. Watched my stomach get human to werewolfy to human.

I said to myself: “I bet you can’t moon yourself in this dream.”

I hooked my thumbs around the waistband. but nothing moved or changed. I commanded my arms to move and they didn’t move.

“I told you you were in a dream”

couldn’t get motor controls to work even in the dream and follow commands and as I tried I woke up, adjusted to the shift in perspective, smiled, picked up the phone and typed the post and went back to sleep.

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