Blog of Josh Hall

I’ve been having a lot of dreams about my dad, only recently, he has been pretty much mentally retarded. Now, my first instinct to that would be to laugh, but having done the research and being as interested in dreams and their relation to the real world as I am, I am perplexed as to the source of this alteration.

A few weeks ago, I had a dream I was at my dad’s house and I was walking up to my dad, who was seemingly doing metal work right infront of the barn. He had welded 3 sets of large chains between two 3 feet posts, painted white, and it gave me the impression it was a section of a fence for along the road. He held it up in his hands to show me, with a big smile on his face; proud of his work. I was asking him where he learned to weld like this, and who told him to make this fence. I had in my mind that he had been seeing a doctor for his mental slowness, and wondered if the doctor had done something to encourage this. J’aime was around, and I asked her if she knew why he was doing this. He seems like a big oaf, almost like Michael Clarke Duncan in The Green Mile, and he was just standing there looking at me, wondering why i was so frustrated with what he was doing.

In last night’s dream, my sisters and I were at my mother’s house and so was my dad, as if it was really his house. My mom was at Karen Watson(a friend of my mom’s)’s house for some reason (we later went there, and it was a house I have never seen before, but i understood it as her house). My dad was not talking again, and was again showing signs of mental retardation. We were all in the living room, and he pulled out a 6 inch knife, and just starts making slow, short stabbing motions in front of himself. We all scold him, tell him knives are dangerous and take them off him. He is rocking his torso back and forth, and just becomng uncontrollable. We put him in Deirdre’s room and shut the door on him and I try to call my mom and see what we should do. While he is in there, he comes across another knife, and starts up again with the swinging motions. He never really aims for anyone, or really making the full motion enough to stab anyone, just keeping the blade in his right hand, never coming higher than his chest and never lower than his waist. The girls were having a hard time getting the knife off of him, so i got off the phone with my mom and helped them. we got the knife off him, and told him again that he could hurt himself, but he was never saying any word, and not really acknowledging that he understood. I went into the living room and picked up the phone, and I didn’t get a dialtone. It automatically went to this female attorney’s voicemail or answering machine. She said that you for calling we deal with the CIA, govnernment, I hung up the phone and picked it up again, immediately holding down 0 to get the operator. She explained that the reason it was automatically going to that number was because it was the last number that was dialed. I think my sisters and I had just gotten to the house with my dad already there, so I was thinking either my dad made the call. Then I was worried that the CIA or someone did this to my dad. So then I try to call my mom again, and while i am on the phone, i see my dad “hurriedly scuttle” to the kitchen’s knife drawer. he grabs a knife and then starts stabbing again. I scream for serah and J’aime to pay better attention to him, we can’t let him out of our site like this. So I tell my mom that I think we need to call the hospital and have him committed.

The next thing i remember was going to a mall with serah, and stopping in an antique store, and i guess we had given them some of my dad’s stuff that we were thought we could get rid of. There was a 8 inch collector’s looking baseball bat, with “H Hall” written on the bottom. There was also this weird toy clock tower/school looking thing that i recognized as a childhood toy and that J’aime had been looking for it. There were a few other things there that had his first initial and last name on them, and they were all for sale. I think we were planning on buying them back from the store.

Sorry about the gallery, looks like uploads weren’t working since the move to the new server. Should be all good now. Please feel free to upload once again!

also, i was looking through files on my pc and found my old website, the first personal site i had up. DEAR GAWD IS IT TERRIBLE. ORANGE?!!? anyway, for your viewing displeaure, The original sixf00t4.ath.cx. (btw, it only works in IE. SWEET SASSY!!)

“Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends”

ok, so i am back from canada, but i haven’t uploaded pics yet because i am waiting to get Keren’s from her. I’ll make a note when i get them up. Other than that, it was great. I did absolutely nothing. hung out on the island, read some books, played some guitar, hung out with the sisters, and slept. I was definitely ready to come home though.

Last friday, I threw an xbox party, cuz i had nothing better to do. organized it all during the week last week, got 2 Tvs from my moms, talked to a few people to bring there xboxes, since i don’t even have one, and it all went pretty well. 7 people total, played for about 5 hours. could have done with more people/xboxes and played for longer, but i think everyone had a good time. My underlying goal is to get people accustomed to the idea, then throw a LAN party. I love LAN parties.

still no word on the house. the friday before i left, I got an email from northwood saying that they noticed they didnt get a house for me, wanted to know if i was still in the market, etc. just a courtesy email. So i said that i was still in the market, for the same house that i had contacted them about, but had a terrible experience with the realtor, and asked if i should complain to them about it. they replied and said if i had an issue with an agent, to let them know. so then i wrote the whole schpeal about how lame the realtor was, told them i was going on vacation for a week, and left them my number. I then went to see Tommy, The Who musical, with my cousin adam, and they had called me while i was there. I decided i would just call them when i got back from canadia. I called them when i got back sunday, and the lady told me that she would see if she could get in contact with the lawyer who handled the estate (it was a lady that died, and the family couldnt afford to keep it, and they didnt pay the gas bill, so there was no heat, and that is why the pipes burst). That was the 31st, and i haven’t heard a word back from her since. le sigh. I should probably give her a call back. my lease is up this month though, so i need to figure out what the crap i am doing, renewing for a year, month to month, or just ride it out as long as i can without a lease so i can go into the house. 🙁

Keren’s birthday is today! I am picking her up from the airport this saturday. she’s been in michigan all summer at spring hill camps as staff. she is only going to be home for a week or two before she moves down to maryland with serah into a new place. Serah sent me the floor plan, looks $$$. should have room for me to go down and crash on the weekends though 😎

other than some other personal drama, nothing new going on here. just riding the wave. school starts back up the 29th, taking 3 classes. This summer classes came with an A and a C in that stupid public speaking class. I even had 2 incompletes in that class. if she wasn’t such a —–, i could have gotten atleast a b. but oh well, as long as i get a C, mellon gives me full reimbursment, so rock on.

when i woke up today, I couldn’t get Cake – When you sleep out of my head. I can’t even remember the last time I heard that song.

So when I wake up, I usually have a song playing in my head. It’s so weird. It’s been going on for a very long time. Some songs more than ever, but mostly always such an obscure song, and such a weird thing to be thinking about. So, i am going to start posting them.

I went to bed at 4pm today, woke up at 10:30, which is actually pretty darn good for a week day, but i woke up with the graduation song stuck in my head. not that vitamin C song, but the actual Elgar -pomp and circumstance. so strange.