ActionTekJackson

Well, I finally got one of these, I like to write and maybe, just maybe someone might want to read about my life, bland as it is. In case you hadn't guessed my name is Jackson, I live in a fairly normal family.. except for the schizoid Aunt and crazy drunk cousines in England. I guess it all depends on your definition of "normal". Ever wonder why what the media and supposed "society" say is normal, is never really the norm? Just a thought. Well, the truth is... I'm writing this because I can't sleep, not since my dream last night anyway. Fricken creepy dream... why the hell not? Not like I'm not really just talking to myself on here anyway. So yea, last night, I dreampt i was standing in front of a yellow house with a blue roof, the day was cloudy and slightly drizzling. A double door garage was directly behind me, a gravel driveway in front of me. Three rather tall pine trees stood directly on the other side of the driveway, which was rather long as the house seemed to be set back off the road a ways. Another house, white and not in the best shape, was past the trees and across a field which the driveway bordered. A row of trees to my left followed the driveway to the road concealing a fence behind them. Further to my left was an old storage shed, the type with wooded shingles, hand built, not the home depot made in china kind. I turned to go see what was on the other side of the garage, I took about two steps when a shadowy figure in the three trees caught my eye. I turned to see and there sat a little boy on a tree swing hung from the middle tree. As I looked closer I could see tears rolling down his cheeks. "Hey! Little boy! Are you ok?" I asked him, I remember he looked up, straight into my eyes, I remember feeling that he wasn't looking at me or my eyes, but something behind them, inside them perhaps. He put his finger to his lips like he wanted me to be quiet, he said something so quite I couldn't understand. I was about to ask him what, when his face changed. I've never seen such a look of terror, it made me scarred just to see it. I watched the boy stand he looked at me said, this time loud enough I could hear him, "He's here!!" My heart jumped when his expression worsened, the boy looked like he was about to screem. The last thing I remember was him holding his hand to his mouth as he screemed "HELP ME!" My heart jumped again and I blinked to find myself in my bed staring at the pasty white ceiling. I dunno, maybe I'm just being paranoid, the question just kinda struck me, why would I have a dream like that on the eve of friday the 13th? I mean, I've never been supersticious about friday the 13th or even the number 13 before. Who knows, maybe I just needed to get that off my chest. Thanks for listening whoever you are, or maybe I should just thank livejournal for at least making me feel like I'm not just talking to myself. G'night.