One Way Mirror

"Not real, Jasper, not real" I tell myself, panting. I almost never dream, but when I do, it's always the same. I'm sitting in a room, and the walls start closing in on me. I'm screaming, watching the mirror at the end of the room, knowing its the kind they have at the police station. They can see you, you can't see them. I don't know who's watching me,
But they're laughing