Thread: corey's journal

1st
we are on some freshman team. mike turns to a-fet who turns back to mike later on. we play in the outfield as to not be obvious since we are much older. the team sucks. im catching a bullpeon for a-fet in left/center durring the game. when he turns back to mike from the dugout .. we start wlaking around on steps similar to my house

2nd
im delivering pizza. i see a women in the window of an apartment style complex (im already walking inside yet i turn on the brights) i wake up

3rd
we're killing cops 'n such. al paccino is charlie manson? uma therman is there. did some runaway thing and had sex with uma therman in a van. she was on my nuts. did a chill sesh with them after in a place similar to living room. they turned to bro + sis.

--- somewhere before or after i dreamt i woke up and asked mom if i barffed ... answer was yes ... my breath smelled ---

it ended with this graffic scene of being in some large long (very long) chamber of sorts. everyone is like semi tied up. bodies are laying half assembled and bleeding obviously dead above us. very low above us. i was kinda 3rd person. they were feeding us salad which ended up being dead people in the salad. if we wanted to survive we had to eat the salad. since i was kinda 3rd person i killed myself CS style by typing kill. yet there was no keyboard. i just felt the memory of doing it. then i was just roaming and watched someone get ankle slashed with some spikey thing. i woke up. ---

in the middle there me uma and al! were at some dinner house thing. we were kinda james bond'ish. i remember some old english lady saying 'gold member'. --- the chamber thing was linked to the cop killings i think ... yet it wasnt a definate cause/effect. we never got caught ... it just switched to that ---

ive already noticed a trend from each of the main dreams over the last 2 days. i have movie stars in my dreams. my close friend is in my dreams. chicks turn to my sister. my bro is in most of them yet not always a big roal. so far sex has been in both, yet the act is never completed.... oh and basball / baseball_people have been in both

Just had this. I napped for a couple hours earlier today. I had a dream yet forgot it. Writing it down didn't occure to me until it was too late. I slept at about 10:45. I woke up at 1:30 and wrote this down. This is relayed from notebook. I'm not tired at the moment.

- Dream #2
I could hear my parents talking in the other room. They really are talking when I wake up so I am somewhat conscience. The setting (in my room in my house with family... no weird things) is all realistic (it feels that way, I have my eyes closed for most) apart from me being naked in my dream. Otherwise, I feel like it is real life and I am in my bed at real-time. I felt as though they were talking about me. I had some green circle light thing infront of me I was keeping steady. My head was kind of shaking with instability, but not physically. I dreampt that I got up - naked - about to go out to the living room (for no reason, I do that out of habit) when I remember I'm naked. So I close the door (which is actually shut when I wake up) and at that time my brother announces from the other room that he notices me. Something along the lines of (Corey is up). *** I feel I am the most important person on his mind. He is older than me, yet so bleh. He wants to involve me in everything he does whenever he is around. In one word - annoying *** In my dream, my eyes have been closed this whole time ... by choice. When I start thinking about my brother being annoying and such, my concentration leaves me and I start to open my eyes. *** I noted that before I got out of my dream-bed, I was somewhat scared to concentrate so much. The shaking feeling was part of the reason, the other reason was I was just scared ... I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't feel in control. ***

I really woke up this time. Wrote the stuff down, and got up and walked to the living room. My mom and dad were up talking (not about me), yet my brother wasn't there.

- Dream #1
Something with Grant from school/baseball. I'm following him on some story that I'm putting importance on, yet I really dont care. I still follow. He would talk at a set speed, and I was following him physically inorder to listen to what he had to say. The act of following was more important than what he was saying. I had to go through slides, doors, and what not. What he was saying was some rumor type stuff involving people I don't know in real life, yet might know of at the time in my dream.

--- REVERSE ---

Before that, I was in my car parked because there were so many cars around us and it was icy and snowy. Overly icy + snowy. . Cars were driving stll. Somewhat close to where I was parked, I was planning to attend a concert or something similar. The traffic was due to this show of sorts. Cars were getting into accidents. I was outside of my car scoping the scene. I saw a route of escape if ever needed ... the least icey place. One car started to slide and crashed not too far from me. I remember thinking - this could cause an avalanche - and then I look and see the avalanche. Before matching two and two together I'm off running for my life. I do a matrix style jump over a tree/bush. I barely make it. I look back every split second and the snow is close to getting me. Once I think - it will either cover me or it will stop - it stops. I keep running in the chaos as others are. I slow down eventually while walking up a ramp similar to the ones at my highschool's basketball courts. I was alone, yet around people I felt I semi-knew. To the right there were these fence-covered large rooms. Nothing special, however there was food and money in them. I took the food and money in the first few. I got to the last and there was a $20 or $25 dollar bill in the middle. I went to get it yet I stopped. In my mind the world was iced over ... the $ was pointless. I noted my choice and started up the ramp again. This is when I start my following of Grant with the two individuals ahead of me. The following is indepdent from them, yet they are doing it as well.

Before going to sleep I was pretty relaxed listening to the own buzz in my ear. The buzz became different than ever before. It got really loud. When I would concentrate on one side ... that side would get even louder. I thought I felt something move around my ear so I woke up suddenly.

I actually chose to not sleep comfortably after that. And maybe as a result, not much remembering went on last night.

- DREAM #?
Im playing baseball as usual. We are playing some all mexican team. Members that I recognize on my team were DJ and CK. While I'm playing, I'm kind of messing around. I'm not totally serious when I'm playing ... whether we win or lose, what happens, in the dug out.

I'm pitching. I always feel like I'm not throwing as hard as I want to in my dreams. I never have control of my pitching in my dreams like I did in real life. In real life, I felt like I made the rules. In my dreams ... I just throw the ball and hope they get out. Yet there was less hope today because I didnt have much importance on playing. I eventually get out of the inning and go to the dugout.

I was batting 3rd in my dream. I had to be reminded to go up and bat. The first time stepping into plate I was in the back of the box. The first pitch came and I didn't feel in control. For the next pitch I moved to the front of the box and it felt better. When the pitch came I didn't think about anthing but hitting or not hitting. I think both were balls. For the next pitch I also moved in toward the plate but for no special reason. This time I had the pitcher in more focus. I thought about getting hit. I get hit on the inside of my elbow but I dont feel it. I toss the bat and go to 1st. A double play changes the inning and I wake up.

*** I obviously have some attachment to baseball. I dream it almost every day. I dont think about it at all durring normal life I quit baseball without much struggle ... yet before I was officially done with it I had a few years of bad experiences. Arm problems + Grades = messed up some baseball time. As well as I didnt focus that hard on playing. (I usually didnt focus hard on anything). ***