Two Lives...One Diary

By J.M. Array

Robert has never had a dream before. On his 18th birthday everything changes and he starts to dream. Because this is an unusual experience for him, he decides to have a dream-diary. Soon after that, he realizes that his dreams are directly connected to his real life. Suddenly, he finds himself living two lives...yet he only has one simple diary.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.M. Array
• Release date: Nov 26, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458150301

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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

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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.

Chapter 1: Money?

January 5, 2007

Today I had my first dream. It was kind of surprising and unexpected. I don’t know if this happens to everyone but in order to understand my dream in perfection, we first have to talk about my experience from that day.

It was a normal day; it started in a boring way to be honest. Everything was just a routine. I woke up, pretty early, brushed my teeth, got ready and headed off to school. When I got there my schoolmates were talking about going to the movies that night, it was a Friday…Friday is hanging out day you know, plus I think I forgot to mention, it was my birthday. I noticed they didn’t know I had heard them so I just got there and said hi.

Sup bro? Happy birthday! Mike, my best friend, said.

Not much just bored. And thank you. I answered.

It is your birthday! And how can you be bored already? It is only eight AM man. You need some happy pills. He said while we walked away from the rest of the group. Tell you what; we are going to the movies tonight, why don’t you come?

That sounds fun. I have to check though; I don’t think my parents will let me go. I replied, with great deception but it was the truth none the less.

Oh come on man, you guys got money, plus it is your birthday, they have to let you go out! Mike said, trying to cheer me up and give me some hopes on the matter.

It being my birthday doesn’t change a thing, you know them. And yes, we do have money, but not for this kind of things. Just for the things we truly need. I replied but those weren’t really words I meant with my heart, just words that my parents had repeated constantly over and over for as long as I can remember.

Well you truly need to do some fun stuff or else you are going to end up killing yourself man. Mike said laughing, but there was some truth behind his words, I could sense he really meant it. Before I could talk again, the bell rang, so we went to class.

I was distracted on every class. All I could think about were the movies. I really wanted to go. So when it was time to leave school, I quickly rushed back to my house. When I got there my mother was preparing the table for dinner. I was ready to ask for her permission and I went right for it.

Mom, Mike and some girls are going to the movies tonight. Could I go? I asked in a really shy kind of way.

You have the money for it? My mom asked. I was afraid she was going to say that.

No, I don’t. All I have is the money I have been saving for college. I replied.

Exactly. So there is your answer. My mom said.

Can’t you just lend me some money? It is not that much. I asked.

No. I am sorry son. We really need the money for… My mom was saying but I knew the rest so I continued her phrase even though she hated it when I did that.

…the things that really matter. I know I know. This is not fair. I haven’t had fun once in my whole life! I said. I was starting to