Thursday, March 28, 2013

3/28/2013

Okay, well, I guess this is something to write about.
Don’t know if it has any meaning Doc, but I had a dream this morning. It was more of a memory then anything. I was sitting on a bus on my way to school. I guess I was about, like, 8? Anyway, I was just sitting there and the entire way to the school, the kids were talking. Y’know, normal stuff, like who likes who, what did you do over the weekend, etc. But the thing is this: after about 10 minutes of my dream, people started talking backwards. Like, Stairway to Heaven type shit. I don’t know if you can tell me what this means, but I’d love to know. Thanks.

~Jax

Monday, March 25, 2013

3/25/2013

            Well, shit. It’s been about a week since I’ve been told to start doing this and I guess I might as well. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Jackson Wring Dean. Yes, my middle name is odd. Anyway, I call myself Jax, I’ve been doing this since I was about 6, and that was about 17 years ago. I am 23 years old, as you could have found out by doing math. I live in New York and I do writing and photography as a profession; I work as a writer for a newspaper that doesn’t get printed where I live. I live in Syracuse, New York, and have been my entire life. I’ve only ever been to Florida and South/North Carolina, but other than that I’ve always been in New York.

            All of that aside, I have issues. Mainly sleeping issues. I have had insomnia my entire life and get about 4 hours of sleep every day. I very rarely remember my dreams, until recently (which is due to this blog), and when I do it’s usually unpleasant. Along with my sleep issues, I’ve had issues with family. My mother left me as a child long ago and my father died recently, actually, in a car crash (he survived for a few hours after the crash, died to internal bleeding and I believe something to do with injuries to the spinal cord), and I have one brother who lives somewhere in Europe (I believe he moves between Poland, Germany, and Sweden because of some sort of job related thing) named John Dean. I have little information about my mother, hell I don’t even know her name, nor do I care who she is. She left me and my brother when we were one and twelve years old, respectively.

            My doctor recently told me to start writing down my dreams if they seem awry, and to write down my day. You see, because of my lack of sleep I hallucinate a lot. I usually don’t let it get to me, recently it’s been very annoying and I see shit that doesn’t make sense (water droplets just floating around, seeing people as if they were from a 1920’s black and white film, etc.), and sometimes some of them scare me, like seeing people who are hung by the neck from lightpoles during the day with people just walking/driving past them.

            Anyway, so, I hope this does it for you Doc Kale.

 

~Jax