Two Lives...One Diary by J.M. Array
Two Lives…One Diary
“The book my grandmother never wrote”
by
J.M. Array
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Two Lives…One Diary
Copyright © 2011 by J.M. Array
Prologue
I will start where every good introduction starts, by introducing myself. That is always a smart thing to do before starting any conversation with anyone, just introduce yourself. Well, my name is Robert, and my last name I will keep private, not because I am afraid to be followed or what not, no. Just because I don’t want to write my last name here that’s all. I am in my last year of high-school as I write this and it has been kind of interesting thus far; nothing out of the ordinary. Not yet at least. What else? Hmm…well I love baseball. Has been my passion all my life, but that isn’t really relevant to this, so I am just going to leave that out for now, maybe for another “diary”? Who knows? Oh yeah, that reminds me, I haven’t explained what is this that I am doing.
Well, to make a long story short, I have never had a dream. Sad, I know. I am an eighteen year old and I haven’t dreamt once. Yeah, those things you have at night that you barely remember during the day? Haven’t had one. Not even a “nightmare”. To be honest, I don’t even know what a dream or a nightmare is. What I know of them is because I have heard people talk about them. If you come to think about it though, what most people probably know about dreams is because of what they have dreamt themselves, the experiences they have had. They know a few thing other things perhaps based on what a few people have told them here and there, but most of their “dream-knowledge” comes from their own experience.
For me it is worse though, I don’t know crap about them. All I know is that you are supposed to have like visions or something while you sleep? Is that it? I don’t know, for me, I just go to sleep and boom, I wake up and that is it. All I remember is pure blackness. To be honest, a night seems very short to me once I go to sleep. The transition between going to sleep and waking up seems almost instantaneous.
I remember when I was about six years old or so I asked my mom what was this thing my friends called “dreams” and she was like “you know the things you see at night?” and I was like “hmm no.” and she kept on going trying to explain it, but I kept saying I didn’t know what she was talking about. So she yelled at me and called me a liar. It is kind of weird but that memory comes to me on a daily basis, I am not joking. They say you dream things from your subconscious and I seriously wonder how come I haven’t dreamt about this incident with my mom yet.
I have always wanted to dream. It has been my wish every single birthday I have had. You know when they tell you to blow the candle and make a wish? Well all my life my wish has been to have a dream, just one. It is a normal thing for everyone and many remember them with detailed perfection. For those out there who manage to remember every detail of it, great for them, they are dreamers, they get a muffin. For the other ones that don’t remember much about their own dreams, but at least remember a little fraction, then congratulations to you too, you don’t get a muffin but you are one step ahead of me.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. To my surprise, on my 18th birthday, my wish did come true. Yes, I had a dream, at last. And boy was it interesting. I don’t know if it is like this with everyone else, but I have decided to write a little “dream-diary” (non private) for dreams sake. And today, I am proud to say, I start a diary of all my dreams…
Note: The date that appears in the entries, refer to when the events occurred, not when they were written.