I dreamed that I was lying in bed looking toward the kitchen, and there was a large amount of water spilled on the floor. It was still dripping. I quickly went into the kitchen and started drying it up. Then I thought, “That’s strange, how did so much water get here without me noticing it earlier?”
Just in case, I looked at my hands. I remember thinking how funny it was because this was obviously real life, so why was I even doing a reality check? I looked at my hand and saw five fingers. Then I looked again, and there were six fingers.
At that moment, I realized it might be a dream.
As soon as I became lucid, I did what I usually do — I started flying. I flew around the room for a little while. Then I wanted to go through a mirror because I love that pleasant feeling of entering a mirror portal.
I walked into one of the mirrors without saying anything. On the other side, there was a stone wall with a small stone structure built into it. Inside the wall was a tiny house, and tiny people lived there. They were only about half a finger’s length tall.
Then I came back out of the mirror. I remember thinking, “This mirror is boring, there’s nothing interesting here.”
So I decided to try another mirror. I went through it, but after that I don’t remember anything else.