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I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare By: Iainturs (unfinished)

I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare Chapter I: Dream I'm dreaming again. I know I' am. How do I know? Well, probably because I've been having this same dream for months now. Same dream, same everything. Nothing's different than the last. I started thinking my mind's not creative enough so I'm stuck with this same dream each night. I've been in this dream countless of time so I've gotten used to the chilly night. The first time I was here, my teeth almost shattered due to the temperature. It was COLD; and I mean COLD in bold letters! Probably like North pole cold. I don't like cold, I'd prefer warmer weathers -but not too warm. I can say I' am a room temp person -not too cold, not too hot kinda girl. So for the nth time, here I' am sitting in this same old spot. I'm sitting in this big stone in the middle of the forest with trees everywhere. The ground is carpeted by a mixture of flowers, grasses and earth. The air - although cold- smells wonderful. I could smell the flowers, the woods, the grass, the ground, and SMOKE! I can smell smoke! I stood up so fast that I lost my balance and almost stumbled to the ground. Where would that smoke come from? Is anybody here with me? I started going in circles trying to smell my way through the smoke. My nose - how like a dog - led me to a cliff. There was this smoke-like fog that surrounds the area. This is the first time I came here. In my earlier dreams, no matter how far I go, I always end up in the same place. It's like I was meant to be there and not anywhere else; or, there is no anywhere else, just that same spot. I didn't want to get closer to the edge. I'm not sure what I would see but I got really really scared. My heart started beating fast -like I'm running a marathon. My hands and knees started shaking and I'm feeling light headed. I felt myself perspire despite the coldness of the air. I want to run; but where? Why??? What's beyond that cliff that made me this scared? It's just a cliff anyways. I made myself stand up straight. Chin-up-chest out-stomach-in-butt-out kinda thing.There is nothing to be afraid of. This is just a dream. Nothing can hurt me and nothing will happen to me. Being scared in a dream is nonsense, - not to mention stupid. That's why it's called a dream, it's unreal. I

I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare By: Iainturs (unfinished)

I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare By: Iainturs (unfinished)

studied dreams in my psychology class in college and this is SO not a repressed emotions that I'M fantasizing during MY sleep! I'd rather have HOT and WILD SEX with Ero from the SINNERS band. Now, he's someone I could dream about every day and eeverry night. That will be one hell of a dream! He's like a God from Mt. Olympus. Perfect bone structure, angular jaw - not too sharp - just enough to give this mysterious air around him and an arrogance that adds to his appeal with women. His skin is not too dark, not too fair just a tone darker. I don't know how to explain it but I call it a perfect light tan, - if that even make sense. When the light hits his body he glistens like a perfectly sculpted Adonis that he is. His hair is straight and very dark -as black as the starless night. It's layered, which falls just below his nape. His stylist said they spent hours with his hair, which I don't doubt. They brush it up to create the illusion of a Mohawk. This gives him this angst and the bad boy rocker look. His eyes are deep blue like the ocean which turns darker when he sings. Like the ocean that's amidst a stormy night. He sings so passionately, it seems he's making love with the song - or a threesome with his audience and the song. Oooohhhhh! He's hot, hot, HOTT! I admit, I'am hands-down-head-over-hells inlove with him. I'm like his super number one fan! I like bought all their songs in my iPod, -revivals or not! I also have their CD's -all originals, if I might add. I'd never buy pirated for their hits -only the best for my one and only love. Hehehe. My favorite was their revival of the song "Someone that I used to know" by Gotye. He was an artist way back 2012 -I think- about 52 years ago. Ero said, it is also a personal favorite; so it I liked the song more. He truly is the love of my life! I felt myself sigh. Oh, Love! I smiled. Then the wind blew on my face carrying the smoky smell that brought me here in first place. I' am day dreaming in my dream, how crazy can this get? The strong wind brought me back to reality -or in this case the reality of my dream. The smoke was darker now; the smell -stronger. I nearly coughed from it's thickness. If I don't get out of here, I'm sure I'd die from suffocation. I tried to turn around, willed myself to go back to where I came from but my feet felt heavy -like it was nailed shut to the ground. I hated being here; hated seeing this place night after night. I hated how dark it is here, how cold it is and how familiar this place is to me. I've never been here, as far as I know, but my body recognizes the place. Like I'd known it all my life. I hated how unfamiliarly familiar this hideous place is. I hated everything here. I took a step closer to the edge. Finally my body moved they way I'd wanted it to. I honestly didn't want to see what is beyond the cliff, but something or someone or a part of me is pulling me to it. So I did. I took another step closer. I continued to walk until I was a few steps away from finding out what is lurking beyond the cliff. I took a deep breath. The air is thicker now. There's

I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare By: Iainturs (unfinished)

I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare By: Iainturs (unfinished)

no more flowery smell in the air. Smoke is all that's left. It even taste like it. There's also this rusty taste in the air which I didn't pay much attention to. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. Time to get things over and done with. Finally I reached the edge. I was looking straight ahead. I didn't want to look down. I know it's where the smoke is coming from. I closed my eyes again then took another deep breath - I've been doing this a lot lately. Then I heard it -them. I heard them. They were screaming, shouting, begging. There's no words, just screeching noises that said so much -more than words could ever do. I looked down, afraid, but resigned into finding what is happening below. There was a huge fire. The fire almost ate up the village below. If I'd come a little late, I wouldn't have recognized that a village existed. The cries came from the people below. A chill ran down my spine. I had goosebumps just from seeing the village being taken in by the fire and the cries from the villagers. What is happening? It is a chilly night so how did the fire came to be? If I didn't want to be here earlier, now more than ever, I'd rather be somewhere else. I'm so frightened - I willed - NO! I begged myself to wake up. I started praying. I know this is only the beginning. My dream is now starting to turn into a nightmare. I could feel butterflies in my stomach -one would think you'd only feel this way when you in love. They're wrong. Fright can make your insides turn and your blood freeze. There's lump in my throat preventing me from screaming - from asking for help. I felt so alone, so weak, so powerless, so scared. What do I do?! I asked myself; mostly because there's no one else to ask. No one to run to, no one to ask for help. No one but me. I closed my eyes, again; hoping when I open them again, I'd be in my room, lying in my bed. I started to pray. I'm a Catholic, but I can't say I'm much of a church goer. I pray, -not every night, not always- but I do pray. I talk to God every chance I get. I don't pray like how other Catholics do. I know a little about the prayers from the prayer book. I just talk to God like - like I know him personally; like he's someone whom I know would listen to me. I started doing my thing. I prayed. I called to God. I asked him to help me wake up. Please God, help me wake up. I don't want to be here. My mind said. I didn't know how to use the rosary but I've always had one with me. It's a red mini rosary -it was a gift from my ex-fiancee. I imagine it while I was praying. Probably because it made me feel safe. I squeezed my hand tight and I felt something inside. I held it close to my heart with both hands. I knew

I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare By: Iainturs (unfinished)

I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare By: Iainturs (unfinished)

it's my rosary. I opened my eyes again and wished I hadn't. God seems to think I should stay a little longer and see what's happening. I'd do what he wants without second thought if I was not standing in the middle of the town I was just looking down a few seconds ago. I'm surrounded by fire. Houses, trees, people -they're all on fire. Those that aren't are covered in blood. I can smell burnt wood, burnt people, and so much blood. I feel light headed. I hate blood, sight or smell; I hate it period. The smell is everywhere -all over the place. The air is hot and my skin started to feel warm; and then it became painfully hot. I think I'd burn just by standing here. I can hear shrieks, cries, prayers and screams everywhere. They are all so so loud, the screeching noises is giving me a severe headache. The pain is excruciating. I unknowingly grabbed my head with both hands and I dropped my rosary on the ground. I bent down to reach for it when someone knocked me down. I hit my head first so I stayed on the ground for sometime waiting for my head to feel better. Wishing I'd finally wake up from this nightmare. When I think I could stand up without falling, I got on my knee. I searched the ground to find my rosary. When I did, I started to stand up and that's the time I saw her.

I'am Maxinne Ortega: Nightmare By: Iainturs (unfinished)

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