6/22/2013

It's been a week since I last posted. I haven't seen anything, heard anything, had a dream, nothing. I've had great sleep, averaging about 7 hours a day, and I've had normal days. Hell, I'm even becoming so normal, I've got a date from the office. I'm going out with her tonight to a restaurant nearby. Hopefully she likes the city.

~Jax

6/14/2013 11:38PM

Well goddammit. I thought we'd have a good streak here. I had the worst goddamn dream ever. It was of me, swimming, when suddenly I got pulled down and I drowned. I saw what made me drown, that motherFUCKing tall guy. It fucking woke me up with the worst goddamn headache I've ever had. And the worst part? I saw Goggles a few moments ago, outside my window, down on the backlawn. I think shit's getting worse, doc. You need to prescribe me some stuff to help me. Please.
roses are red
violets are blue
we can see you
~Jax

6/01/2013

Well, it’s been a greet couple of weeks; Ken’s dad is letting him stay with me for the summer. How great? I’ve got someone to connect to, something I’ve never really had.

            On the day-dream front, I’m not entirely sure which is which sometimes. I’ve seen that thing from my dreams once while at work, other than that I’ve never seen it. And when I saw it, it was kinda like I knew it was a mirage and it was through films that made it fuzzy and hard to see kind of.

            Ken began writing in a journal a long time ago, as I found out. He might begin typing them out on the internet as I am.

 

~Jax

5/30/2013

Kenan is here. Well, 'Ken' is here, as he likes his shorthand better. He came here on the 20th, and I've had no time to post since he came here. It's been a lot of fun: we played games, went to the movies, talked about dreams, and it was fun.
Then I told him about my dream about the black-white thing-guy. He told me that the dreams sounded really... evil. He's kinda superstitious, and I understand, but, Doc, you don't believe there is evil in dreams, right?

Best part is, he started having the same dreams as well, the same night I told him. It must be scary enough to make others get scared and have nightmares, right?

~Jax

5/15/2013

It’s 2:37AM. I just had a terrible dream once more. That thing, the black thing. It’s weird as hell. I can remember what it looks like, but I just can’t figure out what it looks like. It’s a person, but tall and lanky as hell. I can’t remember any real details, other than some white on it’s chest and it had bleached skin. Looked like some sort of killer from a movie. I don’t remember anything else, but I was in my own home and it was standing in my doorway just staring at me. It wasn’t Goggles, as I’ve taken to calling the goggled guy, it was something else.

            As long as these dreams don’t affect me or the time with Kenan, I’ll be fine.

~Jax

5/14/2013

So, today’s the day. The big, whopping 24. My brother’s son is coming in the next week or so. It’s funny; my brother’s son is 9 years younger than me. Less than a decade. And my brother is close to 11 years older than me. My brother doesn’t ever talk about when I was born, because shortly thereafter, SHE left. He doesn’t talk at all about those years. I might get some information out of him.

~Jax

5/11/2013

I’ve had sleeping problems again, ever since I had that dream. I’m not surprised; that dream scared the living shit out of me. I’ve yet to see the thing with the goggles again, nor have I seen that black thing.

            My birthday is in a few days. I might write on that day. I don’t know yet.     

~Jax