Once I Painted A Man

I don't really remember when or how it started it just... happened. I was 9 years old when it first started . dreaming isn't something uncommon for me , I've always had dreams as a kid, you can say it's because i have a vivid imagination, I wild one too. So when I had this dream I didn't think much of it really, I just thought to myself maybe it's one of those dreams, maybe it's just one of them. But turns out it is a start of something more complicated, something much more sinister than I thought, something much more of... the past. It was a saturday morning I have no classes but I had to go to school because I'm taking extra classes for maths to get the advanced courses. My day went as usual, did my maths classes until 12:00 noon and then went home, had lunch, did my homeworks then went to sleep at 10:00 in the evening. It was raining heavily that night. Earlier that morning, I heard from the news that a typhoon is coming into the country. But I was a child so I didn't think much of it. So I listen, listened to the pouring rain using it as a lullaby to help me fall asleep and that night that's when he visited me. I woke up in a room that's different from my room, with a huge canopy bed with a white see-through fabric hanging into the beams. Confused , I got up, there I realized my feet is paler than usual. I didn't think much of it, I just thought maybe I got anemic again, low blood...white skin. I got up, examining the room wondering whose room this is. This is definitely not mine. Mine is relatively smaller. This room is spacious as in huge. A few steps to the door and then I saw this mirror, probably five times as big as I am, almost covering the whole wall. I saw my reflection and that's not me... that's not me. There stood a girl with brownish blonde hair very beautiful face, a face I have never seen in my whole life. A very beautiful one at that. I would remember her if I've seen her atleast once because she's stunning. She stood there looking at me as if she was me, wearing a baby pink colored nightgown, barefooted just staring directly at the body being reflected through the mirror. I know that's me, but that's not my body...