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The tale of esperanza 

​   Esperanza feared, for when night fell, she was driven mad out of her mind. When the stars appeared, she cried. When the time came for her to sleep, the nightmares the villagers warned her about forced themselves upon her…but she knew that they were only dreams.

    Nevertheless, when these dreams occurred, she got lost in them, as in some type of fictional movie. She fell deep into the setting immersed in the plot. She fit right into that role of the main character that she could not escape. No matter how hard she fought, She was recruited into that damned scenario and could not be released until the end credits rolled at the end of the horror movie. But they horrid dreams do indeed end, and when she wakes up, she still realizes that she was just in a dream.

​And after all of the years of trying to forget her name, she figured out that it was not possible.

5/20/2017 ​©

Dozes

I am even nauseous in my dreams. I dream so vividly about things past and present, about things that I both fear and desire. I often compare it to a horror movie in which I am afraid to close my eyes because I am viciously attacked when I am asleep. When I am deep into unconsciousness, my body seems to forget to remind me to breathe, I am underwater, yet unable to swim, eyes wide open, yet unable to see. My body frozen in time, and my sleep knows no hour.

6/15/2017 ​©
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