I had a very disturbing dream that seemed more of a lucid dream, except for the fact that I coudln't really control it. It was very real, and the start really freaked the heck out of me.

This took place in my mother's house. I got up out of a bed in the basement and looked in the mirror. I saw myself staring back. My father was at a table working on something or other. Suddenly I looked back and saw myself moving, staring back at me. I could see the reflection of white in the eyes. I was thinking, wtf, and I felt fear clutch at me. I slowly walked back. Then I ran to the right and looked out the window of the door (ran out of the basement). I saw a reflection of myself outside, moving, gazing at me. Suddenly it split in two and there were two of it, moving and gazing at me. I ran to my father and asked what they were. He said they were just you and he said he would fix it. I kept thinking, they can't be me. He said, they have to keep their eyes on you because it is just you. He then changed the mirror and the glass on the window a little bit and all was normal again. I went upstairs and looked out that window. I saw myself down there, moving and staring up at me. I back away and was really freaked out. I went into my old room and there was nothing in there, it was completely bare, except for a brown radio. It suddenly turned on and I heard a voice saying something in one of the darker languages. My step-mother came in and shut it off. It turned back on and she asked me if I did it. I said, turn it off agian. She tried, it wouldn't turn off. That voice echoed down the hall outside. I tried turning it off. I back outside and there were dead people all over the place, staring at me, some of them laughing. I suddenly remembered myself and started guiding those around me talking about the dead people and what they all meant. I saw my grandfather against the wall when we walked into his room, a smile on his face, but he appeared dead. I saw a burnt girl on the floor, dead. I wasn't afriad anymore and explained to them, the radio in the background. We walked through the ever-growing crowd and I awoke.

The start of this dream really freaked me out, but something was very odd in it that I am wondering. They didn't have white eyes. Dead spirits have white eyes. I am thinking, they aren't dead, but they are dead soon, or something. They were all dead in the dream, even I appeared dead. The entire house had an evil about it as well, and the dark language, I don't even remember what it was saying. But, none of them had white eyes and I realized this when I awoke. The white eyes is what usually gets me freaked out because they stare at you and they look blind. It scared me when I was very young I mean, but... None of these spirits or any of that had white eyes. They were all normal. I actually just realized this now as I was going over this dream.

Any ideas?

nevermind, I have already determined what it means.

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