So I had this obsession for a while with finding mirrors in my lucid dreams. I was sure that if I could stare at myself, that I could create some kind of feedback loop that would kick me into the next level of the dream world. I would be somewhere just dreaming along, and then my conscious mind would tell me, "HEY! You're in a bathroom. There are mirrors in bathrooms!" And I would gain lucidity and rush over to the mirror before I lost it.
Most of the time I was me. Sometimes and older me, sometimes younger. Very rarely just ME as I am now. I have been grey skinned with black eyes and blue hair. I have been like a Japanese horror movie ghost. I have been a young black man. I have been an old hippie. Three times I was a strange dancing figure, kind of bouncing around, with long dreadlocks and very white skin. It's always interesting to see who I'll be.
For a while there it became mostly about just seeing what character I was in dreaming, and then I'd lose my lucidity. Then I started to wonder about going through the mirror. I did it a few times, and on the other side is just complete blackness. Several times I would fall in and sort of spin around on the other side. Once I had a voice tell me from behind, "This is where you came from, and to this you will return."
Once the voice urged me to begin creation.
Recently I've been able to just stick my head in, see what's on the other side, and then come back out.
Once I was looking at myself. I had been flying in the dream, and found a HUGE mirror just standing there. I mean like the side of a building huge. And I saw myself fly up to the mirror. I reached out my hand to touch the mirror, and my own reflection, and then I watched as my lucidity pulled me out of the dream. It looked as though a black swirling smoke took ahold of my legs and pulled me away from the mirror.
Another time I was in the house I grew up in, looking in the mirror in the bar. A shadow figure came up behind me and pushed my head down onto the counter and warned me that what I was doing was not allowed. I countered with, "This is my dream, I'll do as I please." It let me go, and I reached through the mirror, which was not longer there, and grabbed my reflection and held on as I woke up. I was hoping to pull it through.
Last night I saw a mirror again, and I flew through it. It was still black in there.