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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 59) Everyone

The blog is lighting up with comments and questions as Viktor tries to keep up with everyone. As expected from this group of interesting individuals, he is getting advice on what each specific detail might mean. Some even speculate there are hidden messages in all of the events he passed through. Although he does take his dreams seriously for the most part, he also knows when to deduce an event as stress related or some other emotional aspect of his personality. Most of the replies are way off target and he cannot help but laugh at the explosion of the groups somewhat helpful suggestions.

Two hours have passed and with the blog slowing down in interest, Viktor is about to sign out when he notices a familiar blogger has just joined the message run.

“Hi VikT1000, I just signed in and caught the last part of this blog run. Sounds like you were busy last night.” Nadja comments and adds a happy face to the end of her note.

After she read through a couple of her aunts journals, Nadja began to feel hungry which placed her back in the kitchen and near her phone. When she looked down at the screen, Aaron tried to call one more time before giving up for the night. To take her mind off the issue, she signed into the dream site and noticed Viktor’s run of messages and comments.

“Well SoapSuds1920s, I didn’t expect to see you chime in.” Viktor types and then follows with, “I kind of got the impression you didn’t want to talk much.”

Nadja reads this quick reply from Viktor and then she pauses for a minute, wondering to herself, was she really so obvious the last time they spoke? Starting at the beginning, she reads his post hoping to come across what it is everyone seems to be so excited about. It would be nice to assist him in deciphering his nighttime wanderings. After all, he helped her tremendously with just one little statement about her spider issue. What could it hurt to add a few lines to this blog run? As she is reading, another minute passes and she notices that Viktor has now signed off.

“Well, I guess he thought I was not going to answer him back again.” Nadja mumbles a bit disappointed. “Oh, what does it matter anyhow, I really do not need to be chatting with anyone at this stage in my life. What do I expect to gain with an online friendship anyhow? It’s not like that will ever go anyplace, not when you usually end up being half the world away, and especially not while Aaron is in the picture. Plus, it’s not like this blogger and I have anything special in common anyhow, everyone dreams at night.”

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 58) Continuum

“The world is a vast place and it should never grow old,” Viktor writes to his followers, “and you should always keep opening new doors.”

This was the sentence he memorized yesterday from the dream interpretation site he spent most of his workday exploring. After typing the phrase, he gives credit to the site in case anyone else is interested in learning meanings behind their experiences.

“That is awesome, I’ve never had anything like that happen to me in a dream, hope I’m next!” One of his female followers writes.

“It was the dream continuum I had last night that is most interesting though.” Viktor states quickly so he can continue his story without a rush of comments slowing the conversation. “I found my way back to the new door and when I opened it, I discovered a long steep staircase leading down into the darkest depths. About halfway down, I slipped and was free-falling in this dark abyss.”

“Geez man, that sounds bad!” One of his male friends chimes in.

“I hit the ground hard, knocked the wind out of me, my chest and back hurt so bad.” Viktor types as he tries to remember all the details.

“And you didn’t die?” One of his regular online friends quickly states. “You must be super human! LOL!”

He laughs to himself but continues to explain his experience in a very descriptive manner, right down to the dust on his pant legs, the cabin in the woods and the second door that appeared to him. He spends most of his time describing the events that took place while looking through the backside of the mirror.

For Viktor, this was the segment of the dream that intrigued him the most. At this point of his explanation though, he is holding back the part about seeing a young woman on the other side of the glass. He is not sure why but this somehow makes him feel as if he would be violating her privacy, if she were real that is. Nonetheless, he does not feel this part of the story is necessary, at least not at the moment.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 57) Commute

Just as Viktor thought, trying to leave work a few minutes early today was only a fantasy. He has been exhausted from the moment he stirred from his dream early in the morning. Despite the tired feeling, he completed his tasks at work in record time and skipped lunch just so he could leave a bit early. Now he finds himself in thick traffic and with no apparent reason for such a bottleneck.

“All I want to do is get home so I can share my experience with the bloggers and do more research on the weird shift my dream has taken, but, no! We need to sit in the car, stuck in traffic with a bunch of idiots!” He grumbles as he searches for a song to listen to. “I don’t know if I can handle anymore of this, I need my vacation to start now, geez!” He says as he looks in his mirror at the driver behind him who appears to be just as perturbed with this situation. “Guess I’m not the only one, huh?”

Finally, after wasting nearly an hour on his commute home, Viktor opens the door to his apartment and lets out a sigh of relief. He had already loosened his tie in the car so he slips it off immediately and tosses it onto one of the bar stools in his kitchen just in time to catch his door before it swings shut. After locking the door, hanging his jacket up, and changing into comfortable lounging clothes, Viktor takes a beer from the refrigerator and settles down in front of his laptop.

“Wow, I don’t even know where to begin with this crazy dream.” He says as he signs into the dream blog site.

He starts with a quick hello to the thirty-seven individuals currently on the site with him. After a few quick exchanges back and forth of how their day went, he then begins to explain the dream he has been having for the past few months. He writes about the stone road and the tall buildings he explored numerous times over several months, but then explains that two nights ago when he opened one of the doors, it caused a new one to form behind it. He rattles on about how disappointed he was in being pulled from this new part of the dream by his alarm clock and how he researched what it might possibly mean. Five more people jump into this conversation as he explains.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 56) Forget

Shaking with nervousness, Nadja begins to tear up as she walks back to the kitchen and once again looks outside. It is always like this, the disagreement, the apologies, the week of good behavior, the kindness in his words and voice. Once that span of time is up, the fear, disappointment and mental abuse starts all over again, and she knows she cannot continue like this.

“No Aaron, I cannot talk right now.” She mutters as she sets her phone back down on the small table in the kitchen.

Walking to her aunt’s bedroom, Nadja picks up the last four journals her aunt used, including the one she added entries to the night she died. Wiping the tears from her eyes that seem to flow too easily when thinking of Aaron, Nadja sits on her aunt’s bed and looks down at the muted colors of the four books in her hands.

“I know something in here will help me, Auntie.” Nadja whispers as another stray tear begins to roll down her cheek. “I know your dreams guided you and many times you helped me, I doubt this time will be any different.”

She glances up at the bedroom window that looks out at the front path to the cottage. Through the pale lace curtains, she focuses on the little picket fence that creates a small garden area, but even beyond the open gate, the beauty of nature and freedom is all around. Just being here makes Nadja feel liberated, to some extent. Instead of feeling lost and alone, even when surrounded by people, this place helps her feel stronger.

Thinking about the call and message from Aaron, she knows at any other time she would have answered on the first ring. There would have been desperation within her to hear his voice and then she would go running straight into his arms. Yet, this was not the case today, not here in the place where she can be who she is without judgment or demands from others, especially from a dominant selfish man full of hate.

Opening the oldest journal of the four, she leans her back against the headboard of her aunt’s bed and begins to read the entries. Most are funny due to her aunt’s way of seeing the world and with such a jovial disposition, it was hard for her not to imagine every glass half full if not flowing over. Nadja does not realize how many times she smiles and even laughs aloud as she follows along with her beloved aunt’s writings. She does know one thing, it is definitely a great way to take her mind off Aaron and forget about her troubles for a while.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 55) Talk

A chill comes over Nadja just as the words leave her lips and she suddenly feels vulnerable, almost fearful, as if someone is watching her. Glancing around at the dense forest growth, she wonders if someone is out there hiding and observing her every move. Immediately, Aaron’s face enters into her mind. She slowly backs away from the edge of the deck and slips into the kitchen, closing and locking the door behind her. Just as she turns away from the door her phone rings, Aaron’s name is showing on the display.

“No, that is too coincidental.” Nadja says as she glances out the window to view the back part of the property. “I’m not going to answer it.” She mumbles as she sets her phone on the kitchen table and backs away from it. “Is he here watching me?”

The ringing of the phone stops but shortly after, a voicemail alert sounds and Nadja can feel her heart rate rising. It is an anxious feeling for she knows his message will be full of hate and nasty comments. He was so angry with her when she left yet surprisingly calm too, which is almost worse. Her mind begins to think of all the ways he may attempt to get back at her as she slowly walks over to where her phone sits on the table. The screen is no longer showing the alert, and just as she reaches down to pick up her phone to activate her messages, it begins ringing again. Dropping it on the table, she takes two steps back. Aaron’s photo and name appear once again but this time, after she does not answer, he does not leave a message.

The room is quiet and Nadja runs to the window that sits above the kitchen sink. She looks out, scanning the line of trees waiting to see Aaron step into the sunlight but there is no movement, nothing but the wind and birds as they flutter about. Taking her phone into her hand, she walks to the front of the cottage and peers through the lace curtains to see if anything is amiss out in the front garden. Her heart is pounding loudly now as she tries to keep calm. Looking at the phone in her hand, she presses the button to activate it and taps the screen to hear voice messages.

“Hi sweetie, it’s me, Aaron.” There is a slight pause. “I miss you baby, wish you were with me. Today I am in Barcelona, my favorite city in the world as you well know.” Again, there is a pause. “Call me back, we need to talk.”

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 54) Feelings

The woman does not respond to Viktor’s questions and just as he is about to toss another pebble at the mirror, loud pounding music echoes from his right and the darkness turns into a dim yellow light as the glow from the streetlights streak in through the curtains of his bedroom. He left them open by accident because he went to bed so early the night before. Blinking his eyes open, he finds himself in his apartment, in bed, and his alarm sounding loudly alerting him it is time to get ready for work.

Small songbirds are singing from the trees as Nadja walks out the backdoor of the cottage and takes in a deep breath. The misty world that greeted her earlier in the day has transformed into a beautiful landscape of early fall foliage, gentle breezes, and the bluest sky she has ever seen. It is as if the world around her cleansed itself in crystal-clear water over night. She herself feels as refreshed and renewed as this magical place appears and a broad smile fills her face in a rosy glow.

“Oh it is so beautiful here.” She says as she steps out onto the small wooden deck.

She thinks of Carl’s thoughtfulness in bringing her the cinnamon roll for breakfast and wonders if he misses spending time here. His cabin is not quite as big as this cottage, nor does his land carry the views and abundance of nature like Aunt Josephine’s. However, it is a cabin nestled in the mountains and that is about as good as it gets. Nadja cannot imagine a more peaceful existence than living out her days here on the ridge.

“I know Aaron will never have the respect or feelings for me, like Carl has for you dearest Auntie.” Nadja says as she leans on the wooden railing. “He never thinks of others like that.”

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 53) The Girl

As Viktor steps closer, he realizes he is looking into a bedroom. The room is little and well-kept with a small bed and shelves full of books. Various jars with water and flowers in them line the window on the other side of the room and this is when Viktor realizes, this is not a window at all.

“I’m on the backside of a mirror?” He questions of himself.

With the shovel he attempts to tap at the oblong mirror to make sure it is truly there but he realizes the shovel is no longer in his hand. With this change he tries to step even closer he get a better view of the room and this time, he tries to knock on the glass with the knuckles of his hand, but he cannot touch it. There is now gravel under his feet, which is not helpful in keeping his footing solid, plus he is making a lot of noise in his effort. It is as if some hidden force is blocking his way, forcing him to stay at a distance.

It is now that he notices a young woman rushing into the room with a startled expression on her face and he pulls his hand back from the glass as if a wasp stung him. Her thick dark hair falls to one side as she runs to the window on the other side of the room. Slowly she peeks outside, much like a person would if they wish to not be seen.

“I think that is the girl I have been following, she must have heard me staggering on this loose gravel.” Viktor says as he steps up again to be closer to the mirror making even more commotion than before. “I’ll wave at her, maybe she can see me.” He murmurs as he stands directly in the middle of the frame. “Hello.” He says softly but she does not respond.

Instead, she turns around and looks in the direction she came from and then again glances out the window. Her skin is creamy with the slightest blush to her cheeks and he is positive she is the girl he followed down the street. Viktor reaches down and picks up a piece of the gravel that has taken the place of the hard floor. With all his might, he throws it at the mirror and the young woman instantly turns, but instead of looking at him, she stares toward the entrance of the room she came from.

“Well she heard that.” Viktor says to himself. “Can you hear me?” He states in a firm tone.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 52) Window

Pulling back on the door with the slightest of ease, Viktor tips his head to the side to peek around for a quick look. What he finds is a room, pitch black but in the center is a large window or mirror, yet he cannot quite tell which it is. Nervously, Viktor looks back at the kitchen and closes the exterior door that leads outside and then steps inside the new doorway. Hoping his eyes will adjust; he stands still and is actually afraid to move for fear of falling, much as he did when he stepped through the last door that appeared on the wall. He thought he was on steps, but they soon gave way and he plummeted to this place of mystery. With this room being so dark, he cannot tell if it truly has a floor to it or not.

“I need a stick, or a broom, something I can tap the floor with.” He says as he turns back to the kitchen.

Luckily, very close by is a snow shovel leaning against the wall next to him. Afraid to let go of the door, fearing that if it closes it will disappear, he stretches to his left and grabs hold of the handle of the blue shovel.

“Ha ha!” He says in victory. “Now I won’t feel so unstable in this dark void.”

Holding the handle of the shovel, he taps it on the floor in front of him as he takes a step forward. His focus is on this glowing freestanding oblong in the center of the darkness. With a bit of hesitation, he takes another step and then turns back to look at the open door. He can still see into the kitchen of the cabin so he feels confident, if needed, that he could run back to the door for safety. Again, focusing on the center of the room, he takes another step and then more, all the while he is tapping the handle of the shovel on the floor to prove it is solid.

“It’s a window.” He whispers.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 51) Eager

Viktor quietly maneuvers through the small kitchen and opens the back door to take a look behind the house. It is much the same as the front, tall thick trees surrounded by low green healthy plantings near the ground and again he can hear the trickling sounds of the brook nearby. As he steps backward, into the kitchen, his foot catches on the door frame causing him to lose his footing and fall against the door. With a loud bang, it hits against the wall and he knows for sure he has caused damage.

“Well that probably left a big hole in the wall.” He says as he gains his footing. Wincing as he pulls the door toward him, he is surprised to see another door. “Wait a minute that was not here a second ago.” He grins. “Okay, this is awesome. Am I going to find doors behind every door I slam into a wall? I haven’t had time to investigate this place yet; do I want to even see what is behind this one?”

As eager as a child on his birthday, he grabs hold of the handle and turns it, popping the door open. With hesitation, he looks around the kitchen, glances back out the door to the rear of the cabin, and then looks once again at the entrance of the new door.

“Okay, I just need to remember how I got here because I need to replay this until I’ve had time to see all there is to see here. But damn, I can’t just walk away from this new door.” Viktor deduces aloud. “I’ll look inside but not enter. Yeah, that’s all I have to do.” He convinces himself.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 50) Jinx

With the tips of his fingers on the wooden door, Viktor slowly nudges it open so he can enter the small house.

“Hello?” He says in a normal tone as to not frighten anyone if there does happen to be someone inside. “I know this is a dream but, I’ve managed to scare dream people before.” He mumbles to himself.

He walks into the main room of this little place and instantly feels relaxed. The fireplace is adorned with photographs and dried flowers that at one time would have been in full bright and brilliant bloom. Even in their dusty delicate state, they seem to add a softness to the area. There are three rooms off this one, and with a quick glance, he believes two are bedrooms and one is a kitchen.

In order to test his theory that a door will appear where he has opened another, he pushes the main door all the way back until it touches the wall. Fearing he will jinx this create-a-door effect, he shuts his eyes as he closes the front door, then slowly turns and looks at the wall.

“Well hell. . . it’s just a wall.” He states in a very disappointed manner. “Hello?” Viktor questions again but not at all expecting a reply. “I just needed to check one last time.” He mumbles as he steps into the kitchen. “Hum, let’s see where the back door leads.”

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