Tonight was an exception of the rule it seems, its been years since a dream, nightmare, has woke me up.
Im in a church, bunch of parishioners, am unsure of what exactly started the fire, but I know I had to argue with some of them, to stay out of the church. It seems I was guest that day but, they still would not listen to me, an some insisted the fire was out, it was not. Time an time again I returned an chased them out of rooms that had not been consumed by flame.
I went in one last time, was a big door, distorted from all the heat, I kicked it open, nothing happened, too little oxygen, wasnt much left in the room. It was so very hot, I proceed to the door out, and open it. Parishioners are standing right outside the door an I realize just excatly what I did, I just gave the fire what it needed. Oxygen for a flash over. Slamming the door, I throw myself into a corner by the door, flames seering over the top of me as I pull my denim jacket tightly over my head an body. I feel the heat as it flashes over me. I am screaming as the roar of it rushes over me, I feel as if I am burning up, screaming still, I hear a deep gutteral voice whispering as if to itself.
I awake then, the words of what was said have already made themself minor in my head...
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