And this is why sometimes, I really hate sleeping:
I was a medical student at some dark, ominous school. The place where the cadavers are prepared was in the basement, along with the actual class that handles them. (And by class, I mean the dissection. There ARE other uses for cadavers; weird experiments for body transplants, crash dummies, etc.)
I was downstairs with the teacher / doctor. There was a cadaver with a beating heart lying on the table. (Yes, they DO exist). It was male, white, dark hair, scruffy face, and chest hair. A white sheet covered his manly bits, since they were unnecessary for this lesson. I was the only one downstairs with the doctor. We were in a secluded room, branched off from the actual "classroom". I had to stick a giant needle in him to stop his heart, without causing him to bleed to death or harm any of his main arteries. I remember the teacher saying that it had to be in his neck, but I did not listen. I tried stabbing it in his heart. I figured "Well, if it's closer to the destination, it'll move the process along a lot faster." Unfortunately, me being the giant klutz that I am, stabbed it in the wrong spot (mind you, the needle was also a foot long) and caused this poor cadaver to start bleeding to death.
At this point, the dream starts to become a bit hazy; I don't quite remember the transformation between the "classroom" and my house.
I walked into my house and yelled, "My GOD work was exhausting today. I killed a man." Nothing to be proud of, but I was. I walked down the hallway and into my bedroom to get changed. The time was very late but the sun was still shining. I slipped underneath my pink and green plaid comforter and started thinking about the day. All of a sudden, I hear my voice talking to me, but it wasn't in my head, or so I thought it wasn't. I looked over in my mirror and I saw myself standing in it, talking to me. I was saying how I was going to die because of all the horrible things I have done and so on. Me, thinking I'm just hallucinating from lack of sleep and working really hard, starts arguing with my mirror self. To prove a point, my mirror self killed my human self. But then my dream "rewound" itself. (It was really just my mirror self giving my human self another chance to put up a fight before I die.)
The mirror self was taunting my human self, saying how I meant nothing and that I (my mirror self) will be doing all mankind a favor by erasing me from the planet so I (human self) couldn't become a doctor. So, once again, I'm baffled and in shock, still denying the fact that this mirror self me is killing my human self me, without even being in the room. (It was kind of like that movie "Mirrors" except... better.) Well, history repeats itself, right? So did this, except this time, my mirror self broke the mirror. It wasn't like my mirror self broke it from inside of the mirror, though. It was as if I broke it, but I didn't, or so my human self thought. (I honestly have no idea whether or not I was a crazy person and just imagined that my mirror self broke the mirror while it was really me, or if there really were two of me. At this point, I would assume crazy person.)
Once again, my dream "rewound" itself. I was alive, once again, in bed, looking at my mirror. Only this time was slightly different. I did not have a mirror. Instead, there was cardboard in the same shape as my mirror was. Mirror pieces were everywhere on my dresser and floor. Obviously these occurrences continued from where they left off, except I had my life. I decided this time I was going to stand up and brave it out. It seems as if my mirror self was gone, considering I had no mirror. Unfortunately, I was proven wrong in a matter of seconds. I felt a sharp piece of glass cut through my elbow joint. It was in one side, and out the other. Painful, obviously. I was a screaming mess while curled up in a ball on the floor. This time, I noticed that I could see my mirror self's reflection anywhere that, well, showed a reflection. Shortly after I figured this out, I was dead... again.
My life was restored. I immediately jumped out of bed, knowing that something was going to happen, and grabbed the stake on the bottom of my umbrella. As I went to sit back in my bed, I kept my eyes on my TV, window, and alarm clock face. With my umbrella stake in hand and the help of the reflections, I was sure that things were going to be okay. I was wrong. I fought, and fought hard. I injured whatever this thing was, but it was also strange to be stabbing and swinging at air. At times, I would almost talk myself into the entire thing being fake, until I saw a reflection of this thing attacking me. I was killed, again, and for the last time. However, I wasn't dead. At least I didn't think I was dead. I was in the "locked-in state" (See "Locked-In State"). I was yelling and screaming for someone to help me, that this thing was going to do more damage to me. This thing carried me to my bed, and set me down gently. Remember the mirror pieces everywhere? Obviously they show reflection. Before this thing left, I noticed that I was not fighting myself anymore. Instead, it was a little boy. He seemed so familiar but I could not place where I knew him from. I still cannot.
Self conflict?
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