I found myself staring at, well, myself. It’s not easy to describe, but I wasn’t myself in the dream, but I was there, waiting, watching my every movement, my chest rising and lowering as I was breathing. That lasted for what felt like hours, but I could feel the anticipation building and building, and finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I screamed. I screamed my heart out in what felt like a roar that could quiver the foundation of my house. As I watched myself waking up in terror, I made my move. I don’t remember much at this point, but I do remember this feeling of both terror and gladness, mixing together in a way I’d never felt before.
Then I remember staring myself down in the mirror, and seeing something unnaturally unnerving: I was wearing her skin.
It wasn’t as if I had conquered Her though, it was something else… Something else entirely. I wasn’t in distress, on the contrary, it felt good. It was like seeing through Her eyes, and it was strangely appealing.