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When i was like 6 I was watching rugrats. I saw the episode where they thought there was another world on the other side of the mirror. After that I thought that mirror recorded what I did. And I even tried to see if there was another world on the other side.
MORAL OF THE STORY: T.V. MAKES YOU THINK WEIRD!
i used to believe that if i touched the mirror without thinking about it, i would be able to get into a perfect world without pain and perfect happiness
i spent a lot of time in front of the mirror trying to get in without thinking about it
when i was a kid my friend emma told me about mirror world, it was a place where you jumped through you mirror you would travel and come to the most amazing land. gullable me i believed her! and one night when she was at mine she told me this day was the mirror opening day so i ran up to the mirror and tried to dive through it! i ended up feeling stupid for beleiving such a thing and with a bumpy head
When I was little, my mom told me that if I looked in a mirror at night, a witch would come from the mirror and take me.
To this day, I still don't look in a mirrow at night
I used to believe that if i was bad, my twin in the mirror would suck me into her mirror land and make me live with her mirror family!
Up to age 8, I thought that in mirrors there was a whole different world where there was an exact copy of you and everyone you knew. Well, my grandparents had this huge mirror. I wondered what I was like in "Mirror Land", so one day I started putting notes behind the mirror, between itself and the wall, thinking the "mirror me" would read it. I sat there for hours waiting for "mirror me's" note to come out of thr mirror. At age 12, I still think mirrors are a little creepy.
I used to believe the little girl in the mirror had a life of her own. I wondered if she went to school, fought with her parents, if she had any brothers or sisters. I always wondered if she was happy or sad and why she always copied everything I did with the other side of her body.
I use to believe that a mirrors were a gate into another dimetion and that you moved a split second faster then the guard on the other side. I would spend hours trying to pass but i was never quick enough.
When I was little I loved a movie called the hugga-bunch. It was a bout these little doll looking kids that liked to hug. When someone was unhappy they would watch you through your mirror, and come out to try and help you. in order to go to their world you had to hug alot in front of the mirror to make it look like clouds were coming out of it. I always wanted to go there...so I would stand in front of the mirror for hours hugging my stuffed animals..and my hugga-bunch doll trying to make my mirror soft. Needless to say I never got the mirror soft. Looking back thinking about dolls watching you from the other side of the mirror is really creepy!
I used to believe that at night if there was a mirror facing towards the bed then something that lived on the other side of the mirror could come into your bedroom so I used to make sure that all the mirrors were not reflecting my bed in them, i don't know where i got the idea from though
after watching Poltergist i used to believe, and still somewhat do, that the relfection in the mirror isn't just a reflection but another person in another demantion.
i always have and still do think that theyres a mirror world on the other side of the glass. your reflection is the exact opposite of you, except they look exactly the same. these mirror people always knew where you were and when you were going to look in a mirror and what you were going to do when you looked in the mirror.
i was always trying to fake out my reflection, like id start to move my hand one way and then trow it back the other. needless to say it never worked
When i was small i thought that in a mirror evrything was the same only backwards. I spent many hours running into the mirrior trying to get there.
I had a dream that I went into the bathroom in the middle of the night and my reflection was on my side of the mirror waiting for me. The reflection was just like me, but it seemed evil and told me I had to live in the mirror. I ran to my mom and found out she was really a reflection and she said everyone moved to the other side of the mirror. After that dream I could not look straight into a mirror for years.
I used to believe that if i stared at my reflection in the mirror for long enough that the "boy" in it would jump out and throw me into a mirror world, i would then have to wait untill he was bored before i could get out!!
i always thought I was the reflection and your reflection was a person
I used to belive that on the other side of the mirror there were other people just like us from another dimension, and i would spend hours looking at it to see if i see something different.
I always used to think that there was a totally different world through the mirror. The reason why we couldn't get through was because the person the looks exactly like you on the other world does the exact same thing. Whenever you poked the mirror to get to the other world, the other person pokes it too, blocking you from getting through.
I used to believe the person in the mirror was from another realm, and if you walked in you would get to meet the other you. I never could get through because i thought the other person had shut the mirror and wouldn't open it for me. So i used to talk to the other me in the mirror but then i broke the mirror because the other me never answered
When I was little I believed that there was another world in the mirror, so everytime I went to the bathroom, I would talk to the mirror and would think what it's answer was..