Raining Mirror

An oval gold-framed mirror hovers in the sky, angled down toward the earth. From it rain falls. The sky around is clear.

This morn I lay in bed in a half-dream state (active imagination). Recollection of a dream leads to thoughts of a friend who is currently going through a difficult period. This is followed by a recollection of something overheard while watching a movie scene in which a plain looking girl endures life with a gorgeous sister, about how hard that must be.

The phrase "living in the shadow of her beauty" springs to mind, followed by the vivid image of the raining mirror, which I instantly associate with a crying eye.

Note: My friend who is going through the tough period actually has an older sister who is particularly striking, and yet her current crisis involves something else entirely.