Mirror Maze Dream

You open your eyes to a dull, orange glow.  The light seems to be coming from all directions at once.  You sit up from a lying position and find yourself inside a small chamber.  Stone walls cover everything and you cannot see any way in or out of this cell.  As you stand and dust off your richly adorned clothing—when did you get these?—you survey the room closer.  The “stones” you see that make up the walls are in fact mirrors of some sort.  As you stare closer into these mirror stones, they all condense into one, very large mirror.  They form a standing mirror about the same height as you in a hexagonal shape.

The dull, orange glow of the room suddenly flares to overwhelming brightness.  You squint your eyes as quickly as you can, however some of the radiance sears your vision.  Total blackness consumes you.  Even the air around you feels cooler.

You suddenly become aware of a presence inside the room.  You know it is not a person or creature, but rather a being.  Something more.  More than you, more than anything you ever knew to be.  You turn and open your eyes, but your vision is still blinded from the flash of light.  You flail around helplessly attempting to grasp something, anything.  You feel the mirror on your hands, cold and distant. 

Your vision begins to come back, slowly at first.  You can make out through your blurry vision that you’re still in the same room, but it has been burned.  Nothing could remain inside, if there was ever anything in the room besides you and the hexagonal mirror.  You peer at the mirror and find that is still in good shape, although blackened from whatever scorched you. 

You then begin to look at your arms and body.  Your finely appointed clothing is still in excellent shape.  Your sleeves are embroidered with finely woven gold and dressed with hanging gems of all shapes and sizes.  As you look at yourself closely for the first time in the mirror, you find you are wearing a headdress of some sort, adorned with a huge diamond in the shape of an eye.  The diamond seems to constantly change color.  As you take off the headdress and look at it closely, you see the “diamond” appears to be hollow and has a dull, smoky essence inside of it.  You know, without a doubt, that while you are staring at it, it is staring back at you.

You hear a scrape along the floor.  Something sharp grating against the stone ground. 

You quickly look back up and see a reflection of a man inside the mirror.  You turn around and nothing is there, then look back at the mirror.  The man is still there—inside the mirror!  As he reaches his hands out to brush against the surface, you now see that his eyes have been seared out of his head.  Twin lazy wisps of smoke vent from the holes, creating a black cloud above his head.  The smoke gives off a sickening stench—burnt flesh and vomit, perhaps?

Seek ye the Smoking Eye, the being says.  Its—or his—mouth never moves.  But you know you can hear the voice, maybe only in your head.  The phrase also seems to be more of a comment, rather than a question. 

You brush your hand against the surface of the mirror, to match its movements.  Whatever knowledge this being has, you must have it as well.  You feel the surface of the mirror as it turns soft, almost like a thick, muddy pool of water.  Visions run through your head followed by words, phrases, spells, symbols, runes, sigils and information you cannot even begin to comprehend.  You want more, but as you close your eyes in utter bliss your quickly realize that this information is running out of your head just as quickly as it came in.  You grasp futilely at whatever remains, trying desperately to hold on to something, anything.

As you collapse to your knees, tears flowing from your eyes, you look back to the being in the mirror.  Its eyes, or whatever remains of them, still trail thin lines of smoky poison and you see a slight smile creep onto its cracked lips.  The being backs up slowly, fading into the darkness of the mirror-beyond and out of your vision.

As you stare helplessly at the mirror, you begin to pound onto it, trying desperately to follow whatever it was that had the wealth of information.  No cracks appear, much to your dismay.  You collapse onto your back, exhausted from the ordeal, and see three sets of glowing eyes hover above you.  Glowing mouths appear where mouths should be and speak to you.  Nothing else is seen of these beings, just softly glowing eyes and mouths.  They all speak at once to you, in matching, melodic, feminine voices.

Seek the Smoking Eye.  Seek the Smoking Eye, for it seeks you.