What are mirror dreams about?

I had this dream a while back, I still think of it, so I was wondering if anyone would care to offer an interpretation?

It's a bit long, so if you need tldr...
- too large for gorgeous dresses
- perfume that transforms my shoulders and arms to paper scales
- flirt with British beatnik in an alley who turns me down cold
- get deja vu of being raped
- car won't start, see bad man behind me.

Still interested? Details below. :-)

I'm in a clothing store browsing for clothes with my friends. There is a new Prada dress that has been released and a steady stream of thin gorgeous girls are literally grabbing the dresses off the rack. I have spiteful fun telling a girl she is a size 10 and watching her get upset she's not a size 8. The dress only comes in a size 8, so I am obviously too large for it. This continues for a while.

There is a glorious shining perfume wall with many beautiful perfumes and I delight in trying them. Then the store is closing and the lights dim. But there's time for just one last perfume.

I quickly find one with little bits of glitter in the bottle, and swiftly sprinkle it over my shoulders and arms. It doesn't really smell much; it's a bit disappointing.

As I exit the shop, I notice that my arms and shoulders are completely covered with a scale-like covering of little squares of silver paper. I laugh to myself.

I see a somewhat scruffy beatnik looking man smoking a cigarette watching me. I grin and ask him, 'Do YOU fancy being covered in glitter?'
He replies with a British accent, 'No... Why would I want that?'
'Oh, you never know,' I reply, flirting.

I walk around a secluded corner, casually picking and rolling off bits of glitter and pieces flutter to the ground.

I'm suddenly on high alert and aware I am dreaming. I remember that in a previous dream, I was viciously raped here. I have forgotten the dream but know it in my body. I don't remember by whom or exactly where, it is a bit like de ja vu- this has all happened before.

I think if I can get to my car, I can drive away fast. There doesn't seem to be anyone close by, so I hop into the car and press the central locking button. But as I look in the rearview mirror, I see that a different man had already hopped into the backseat. The car won't start. I am filled with dread. I try to get out of the car and wake up.

I had been on Earth, standing in the streets as I watched about seven spaceships flying towards the moon.

I asked someone standing beside me," what are they doing?"

"Aliens have been found underneath the moons surface. They're making contact," they replied.

Time skips to about a week later.

The governments are asking for volunteers to go fight the aliens as it was found they were hostile. I volunteered at the station set up. After training I'm set to go.

I'm on the ship, flying through space and we land (there's a group of about six of us). We begin being attacked.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up as if I had been knocked out by the attack. All of my crew are gone except for one, who is standing in front of me, inspecting himself in the mirror, his shirt is off, his veins are a dark grey. I realize I'm injured and am leaning against the wall for support as I stand but still fall due to my injuries.

He begins monologueing about how humans won't see them coming because they take our form and how they've been watching earth right under our noses, blah, blah, blah. This entire time I know Earth is doomed. This crew member in front of me was the alien. They could blend in.

While he's finishing his speech, he approaches me and I wake up. I know I died. He had killed me. This dream had felt so realistic and sometimes I wonder if this has happened in some other version of this reality.

⚠️Warning: this may freak you out, so just prepare yourself if you are one to be scared easily. ⚠️

My nightmare was set up in the country. Not much people, not much drama. I was kidnapped and taken to this house where there was nothing but grass for miles. No trees, or animals, or anything. Just grass. With a decently small house plopped mid-center. When I was walked into the house, there was an around 30 year old male in the dining room, praying. But it wasn’t like a normal pray like you would imagine it to be. He was praying to the people that had died in that house. He was afraid they might do something to him “again.” The dining room was to the left. The bathroom was no more than four feet in front of the front entrance. And the living room was to the right. Very small, comfy, country house-like building. There was also a women in the living room just relaxing on the couch. She was staring at the tv, of course my dream wasn’t that detailed so I don’t know what was on, but I know she was watching it. The kidnappers sat me down on the couch next to her. I didn’t say anything, I didn’t do anything. I just sat there, watching the tv with her. It was one of those houses where you could just *feel* the spirits that were haunting it. It was terrible. Anyways, then, I had to use the restroom. It was incredibly small. You took one step in and to the right was the toilet and left was the sink. That’s it. You had room to stand between the two and nothing more. There were mirrors above both the toilet and the sink. So, I did what I need to do and sat down. I had my palms against my forehead. And suddenly *EVERYTHING* turns absolutely pitch black. Silent and I could feel the pounding of my heart in the dream and in real life. Blood is not dripping from every crack and corner of the ceiling. It was gory as crap. Then, pale arms and hands with the brightest red nail polish I’ve ever seen start to grasp my knees. I hear “You’ll find us where you least expect it” in a whispering, faint, women’s voice. No one was talking to me, I didn’t see any faces; it was as if there were a speaker in the bathroom. Then, I woke up. I immediately went to the bathroom. Somehow wasn’t freaked out by that, but I could NOT look into the mirrors. I poured my eyes out. It was, jeez. Don’t have a word for that.

Thank you for reading. Feel free to share any alike experiences :)

I was in my kitchen. It was like, midnight. The wood door was open, leaving the screen door. There was a creature outside. Mangled, skinny, at least 14 feet tall, it’s left arm was bitten off, and so were three fingers on its right hand. It had open wounds all over its body. And there were tally marks scratched into its skin. As it focused on me, it took one of its claws and carved another tally mark into its skin. It was a rotting, torn apart... thing. It smelled of Death. It smelled like a decaying body, like blood. It was a Wendigo. Why was there a Wendigo in my backyard? It made a sound. A hiss mixed with a raspy growl. Like if you mixed an alligator with a cat with a lion. My chest felt tight, my vision got blurry, and my breathing became labored. Yet, I opened the door and stepped out. The Wendigo seemed excited at the mere sight of me. It just stared at me with those empty sockets, before reaching out with whatever was left of its hand, and stroked my cheek. It was surprisingly gentle. Why was it so gentle? It kept on circling me. Examining me, occasionally reaching out to touch me. For fuck’s sake that sound, and smell. It smelled like Death. So much. After a few minutes of it just examining me, and making that sound, it looked me in my eyes. And smiled, or bared its teeth. I couldn’t tell which. Then it picked me up, slinging me over its shoulder. For such an aggressive action, it was still gentle. As if it was scared I was glass, and that I would break at the slightest touch. It sprinted, faster than I thought possible. It jumped over fences and cars. Until it reached its destination. The woods behind the school. It smelled even worse than the wendigo. Like..bodies. And I quickly found out why. There **were** decaying bodies. **Everywhere**. I recognized one. Alyssa. It **had** to be Alyssa. It’s hard to mistake hair of that color when I have no ginger friends. For fuck’s sake, her body. It was so *damaged*. Covered in blood, some wounds still dripping blood. I think she was still alive, just waiting for Death to come. I walked towards her, but the Wendigo put itself between me and her body. It made that same sound. That hissing/growling rasp of anger. So, me, not wanting to die, backed up. It just kept on examing me, touching me. Its favorite part of me seemed to be my face. Specifically my cheek, and my jaw. It’s been muttering the same words this whole time. But only at this point had I realized what it said, *“ You are like me. I am like you. You are me. I am you.”* Its voice. Its voice was strange. Calming, yet terrifying. Smooth, yet raspy. It sent shivers up my spine. It repeated those words over and over and over again. Then it hugged me. I already had blood on me from all its touches. But now I was drenched. It fucking hugged me. Why? When it pulled away, it looked sad, yet happy. It looked at me like I was a mirror. Or its child. All of a sudden, my chest got tight again. My vision getting blurry again. My breathing getting heavier again. Then I woke up, panting. And with a pinched nerve in my arm. Not only did my arm feel numb, my body felt weird. I felt...**dirty**, used. But I don’t know why. I know one thing though, I never want to sleep again, or whatever the fuck that was. Of course, though, I passed out the next day and had another disturbing dream which I might post on here too

IT'S GONNA BE LONG BUT PLEASE JUST READ, I NEED HELP DESPERATELY

Backstory : I'm a 18 F, I've been what you'd call a psychic since a child, I dream of things and they happen the next day clearly, I predicted Corona on December 2019 without knowing anything about it. I also have crazy synchronicities that If I wasn't experiencing myself I'd think it's bs. Before someone dies I dream of it, I can easily connect with the dead, and this might sound crazy but bare with me please, I always felt a connection to the stars and other planets and can easily astral project to certain stars (That's where I feel home is)

Since I was a child I had a celebrity "crush" let's call him X and over the years it's like it turned to love, but it was too heavy on me and too passionate, so I started distracting myself from it. But I always used to tell myself "looking at him feels like looking into a mirror". I haven't thought of him in almost couple of years cause I was dating someone, but in one dream, X showed up, and we were at a beach kissing, then we were put in a coffee shop and I told him "so u aren't gay??" (because I genuinely thought he was gay) and he was laughing so beautifully and told me noo I can like women too and I remember telling him "I'm gonna go thank God and Jesus for this". But the last thing I saw in that dream was the green in his eyes, it was too vibrant to be just a dream, It looked soooo much more intense than irl. I thought nothing of it, and still didn't want to think of him, à month after that he showed up again, i dreamt he was showing me the night sky and pointing to a star, then he wrapped his arms around me and I felt like I was in a universe made of love. in the dream I remember seeing 6 pairs of the number "11"!! And I woke up so weirded out, could X really be my soulmate? So. when I woke up I checked IG and first post said clearly "HE IS YOUR SOULMATE" by then. I was like ok something is definitely going on, two days after that, I dreamt I was setting him up on dates with other ppl and felt so sad to do it, but then he came up to me, and wrapped his arms around me again and told me only wanted me and not them. I woke up and checked my clock, it was 11:11am

I keep getting signs every where that X is my soulmate but it's like I can't Beleive it cause he's a celebrity. I also asked my spirit if he's my soulmate or X is just an embodiment for my actual soulmate, but I feel in my heart that X is, not someone else. But what if I'm being delusional?