I was quarantined in my mother's bedroom because something was wrong with me. People thought I was sick and were afraid that they would catch what I had. But I knew it was not my body that was ill - it was my soul - my inner essence had gotten itself disconfigured.
There was a tall mirror in the bedroom - a strange mirror that would let me see exactly what it was that my self was doing. I looked into it and saw myself turning into two selves and splitting apart. Somehow I was aware of being both selves at the same time, except that one of them was frozen, staring slightly away from the mirror. I looked around the room and saw that there were several more frozen selves. Only I could see this - only I could feel this. The images of me were not three dimensional - they were spirits that were left stuck in the position in which they were created.
Suddenly I realized I was not alone. A girl I know named Katie had been quarantined with me. She had the same problem. She said that the mirror had caused it. I became desperately afraid, and I somehow knew that she had duplicated herself perhaps hundreds of times already, having a collective consciousness with all of these frozen beings was wearing her down. She was on the verge of collapsing.
So we escaped from the room, trying to avoid the mirror, which I was still dimly aware of from my other selves.