Triggering: Repeated dream

[Roy-kun231]

Okay, SO. I've been having this dream very often, six times on average.

The dreams always starts with me staring at my reflection: long blond hair, a little girl's body, big grey eyes, a filthy-dirty white dress...

Then the figure starts to age. My reflection slowly becomes the body I have now: a figure that would make any girl jealous, the same grey eyes, glasses... But the figure now always has a ponytail the goes to her shoulders and she's always dressed in this replica Victorian dress I have: it's pink with a white rose pattern; the sleeves are puffed, and there is white lace on the ends of the sleeves and the top of the neck.

I keep staring at the reflection. She starts to move on her own and pulls up the left sleeve of the dress, revealing six almost perfectly linear, thick scabs on her forearm.

I hear a click behind me and hear music from a music box. I easily recognize the song: Alluring Secret ~Black Vow~, a Vocaloid song I really like. (the music box version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49LQUdymhg8 ) I turn and see a figure in a black cloak holding out a pomegranate and a narcissus.

The figure asks me, "Do you want to become you?"

I can't help but answer yes. I turn and look back at my reflection, who is now wearing the outfit I'm wearing: a powder-blue kimono with a pink sash. She nods at me, a mournful smile on her face.

I start to think: "become me"? What does this person mean? I remember that in Greek mythology, Persephone had eaten the pomegranate seeds, which bound her to Hades, and that he had tempted her in the first place with a narcissus flower.

"Well?" My thoughts are interrupted by the impatient voice of the cloaked person. "What do you say? Want me to take your wings?"

I stare at my reflection and see huge white angel wings. How did I not notice these? is my immediate thought. Slowly, I nod my head.

There were two different endings to the dream. Each will be in a different font:

The person pulls down his hood, revealing a boy with black hair and red eyes. He snaps his fingers and chains wrap around my wrists and ankles. Suddenly, there is a tugging at my back, followed by agonizing pain and the feeling of something hot and wet running down my back. I look down and see a pool of blood forming below me. The boy laughs and says, "You can't always trust the first offer you've been given!" Then I wake.

The black-haired, red-eyed boy snaps his fingers, and the same thing happens, only the blood is coming from both my back and chest. Suddenly, my blood-soaked kimono turns into boys' jeans and a polo shirt. "Welcome to your real body, Roy," the boy says, a smile on his face.

[Sythan]

It could be your subconscious telling you what it should be, or what it wants in the form of a dream.