Stuck in a mirror

It was morning, early Wednesday morning.  0415.  So, you see I was awake but still immersed in a dream state of some sort which those more erudite than I, say psychologists etc., can and would put a name to.  Yes, I was aware that I was dreaming and the scene in my dream was intriguing enough to keep me suspended there, evaluating with logical, not dream state, mindset.

My attention was drawn to inspect an occurrence outside a non-descript dwelling in which I was located.  I can't say what drew my attention outside but there I was observing a package lying in the street.  It was a cardboard box, the kind seen with Amazon, USPS, UPS and FedEx shipments.  

Examining the package for info: recipient name and or address, shipping name etc. soon revealed no information on the box whatsoever.  the box was maybe, 2 inches thick and measured, perhaps, 3 feet wide and 6 feet long; slightly smaller than a sheet of plywood.

Still seeking some form of identification to direct me in finding someone to contact, I used my ever-ready Swiss Army knife to open the box.

Inside was a oak rimmed mirror.  But when I looked into the mirror, it was not my reflection I observed, but that of a young woman.  At first, I thought it was a picture or a painting, but peering around the edges revealed myself and surroundings reflected back from the surface of the mirror.

Remember, I'm in an awareness state of dreaming.  Puzzled, I try to make some sense of what I'm experiencing.  The woman peering out at me was unfamiliar.  In my "real life" I easily recognize faces and frequently make associations.  You know, like, "she looks like so and so."  And so and so doesn't have to be someone famous.  It could be a friend, neighbor, co-worker or any acquaintance.

The young women in the mirror elicited no associations for me.

She was neither attractive nor homely.  Her face was pleasant enough with no outstanding features, hook nose, or full lips. or oversized eyebrows.  I fact, I don't think she had any makeup on.  All that to say, she had a pleasant countenance, neither smiling nor frowning, with no outstanding identifying features.  Her hair was cut in a short bob style coming just below her ear lobes with no discernable part and was thick brownish blonde in color.  She had on a camel-colored overcoat suitable for a brisk fall day over a white, round collared blouse.

That's it.  I let my thoughts meander in search of whether this was something I could write an abbreviated essay about.  And, in my ever-present naive way of thinking, I asked myself; "have you or anyone you know ever found yourself stuck in a mirror?"  After rudimentary and miniscule research of Google, I discovered that this "stuck in a mirror" phenomenon is quite normal or at least more common an occurrence than I have ever come across in my 80 years.  Usually, I understand, the person stuck in the mirror is the observer, unlike my dream where I observed a stranger.  I'm not interested in psychoanalyzing my dream only in describing it.