possessed?

[quaerome98]

I had this dream two nights ago. I had eaten some pepperoni shortly before going to bed, and I've heard that pepperoni can sometimes screw with your dreams, so maybe that's why this one was so...weird. But I feel like maybe there was something else to it.

I was in a bathroom, the kind I might expect to find in an old hospital. The walls were white tile and the sinks and toilets were white porcelain, and they were all really bright, almost too clean. But the plumbing was exposed, there were no mirrors on the wall, and I feel like there may have been puddles and rubble on the floor. The whole time I was wearing this weird dress that was very drapey, like a towel wrapped around me, but lighter, with a piece of fabric hanging over my left shoulder, and I think it was blue and patterned maybe.

The beginning is very fuzzy. I came into the bathroom with somebody (I think an older woman of some sort), and I stayed when she told me she had to go out and do something. The next thing I remember is I was sitting in one of the bathroom stalls across from this other woman who was wearing what looked like a white toga. I never saw her face - in fact I don't think I ever looked up at anything past her neck - but I feel like she had dark hair pulled back in a bun with a headband on. The stall walls were of gray plastic, like you would find in any old public bathroom, and the light was dim inside the stall. We were both looking at something in my lap (don't remember what), and she was saying that this one woman's ghost was trying to come back, to try to live again almost, and that we had to tell her that she couldn't come back because that wasn't who she was anymore. I never saw the ghost and it was never described to me, but the me in the dream had a mental image of a young woman, transparently white, with long hair blowing in the wind and hollow-looking eyes with no pupils.

Then the woman in the toga got up to leave, and I found myself outside the stall in the regular part of the bathroom in front of the sinks. I was sitting on a stool in the middle of the floor and holding a rectangular piece of mirror in my hands. I was looking at myself in the mirror, but I kept getting the feeling that there was something else in that bathroom with me and it was really giving me the creeps. I would stop looking at myself, lower the mirror, and glance around the room slowly for a minute, then I would look back in the mirror. But every time I was a afraid to look back in the mirror and I would do it very slowly out of the corner of my eye first. I was afraid to look in the mirror for fear that it would reflect the ghost that was in the room with me.

I had done this two or three times, and now I was really scared. I looked down at the floor for a moment, trying to see over my shoulder out of the corner of my eye, and then I started to fill with dread at the thought of having to look back into the mirror again. So this time, I decided I would do it quickly and full-on to stop the dread, kind of like ripping a band-aid off really quickly so the fear of the pain is less. So I turned my head quickly and looked. The face I saw staring back at me was my own, but my eyes were bulging out and my eye-sockets looked hollow,and my whole face looked rigid and emacited, as if I were being strangled. I thought for sure that what I was seeing was the ghost's work, or maybe the ghost itself. I was so freaked out that I woke up and had to turn the lights on to prove there was nothing hiding in the darkness of my room.

It's still creeping me out. Any thoughts?