I had this dream a couple nights ago and I am having trouble interpreting it.

The dream was either a reoccuring dream that went weird or it was a book that I read that I really don't remember.

In this dream, I was completely someone else but I knew that I was this person in the dream. I was a nanny over three kids; two girls and one boy in the middle. I was in my mid-twenties (my age). The job was found for me by this family's neighbor: a rich old lady who had pitty on me because I was new in town and didn't have a job.

During the whole dream, I knew I was the nanny and that the whole thing was a deja 'vu. I just didn't remember what happened was going to happen. I slowly gathered that one of the children was going to die. If I did everything correctly, I could keep all of the children alive. The trick was that the kids had a secret place, through a mirror that they liked to play. There was one man there who did nothing but sit in his chair while the children played there. The place was evil though. The kids would get mean and not want to go home the more they stayed on that side of the mirror.

Slowly, I got the eldest girl out. When I got her out, I felt angry at the guy on the other side of the mirror. When I carried her out, I was particularly interested what my face looked like when I came out.

The second time I went through the mirror, I got the youngest girl. I was more angry at the strange man on the other side of the mirror so I screamed at him. He did nothing but look at me. When I got out and looked at the mirror, I realized that my face turned halfway demonic.

I had to go back to get the middle boy. I had to save him from that man and that place. When I went through the mirror I sreamed even louder and longer at the man. He upset me and creaped me out SO BAD! Once I carried him through the mirror and I looked at myself, I relized that my face was fully demonic. I remembered either the little boy or the little girl (who represented my daughter at this time) was suppose to die. All we had to do was get down the stairs, which was complete safty where the children's mother was at. I got them just about fully down the stairs when the youngest girl almost tripped on the third to last stair. The grandmother was at the bottom side of the stairs to get her grandchildren and she tried to catch the little girl. She overcompensated for the fall and pushed the little girl against the railing and snapped her neck. I grabbed the girl right off the railing and she went handicap right infront of my eyes. My mind instantly went to the opposite side of the mirror where the creapy gentleman was at and he turned as if he was looking right at me. He turned into a form of the devil right in front of my eyes and laughed. I knew then that since I yelled at him, I failed these kids and pretty much killed the girl... the one who represented my daughter. resented my daugher.

What is this about? I don't quite get it and it fully creaped me out that the devil (or form of) told me, as the person person who was dreaming, that I failed and because I failed, I got to know I caused harm to my daugher and watch a part of her die in front of my eyes.

JR

The mirror part makes me think of "Alice in Wonderland" and "Alice Through the Looking Glass."

What I take from it is that you would like to romp and go back to doing some fun thing like you did when you were a child or adolescent. Your responsibilities as a mother prevents you from doing everything that you'd like to do. You think about what life would be like without this responsibility and gives you guilt, hence the "demonic face."

The man behind the mirror is your guilty conscience.