Freddy Aint Got Nothin' on ME
Ok...so I was sleeping last night and I had this great dream...I remember my dreams when I drink a lot...I think that's awesome by the way...it's such an incentive...sometimes I run home and pass out just to wake up and remember the wonderful dreams I had...but yeah my dreams used to be all bad...me falling into crocodile waters, getting eaten by sharks, killing people, going to jail, getting expelled from school, falling (a lot of falling), and watching people I love die...for like 20 years these were my dreams...I never remember having a sexual dream or an exciting one...but since I have been in Korea I have had the greatest dreams...well last night I was playing baseball in my dream...
the one pure thing I ever had in my life...and that's all I was doing... just playing baseball...you know crouching in left field, horsing around before the game, walking with my cleats on the cement (the greatest sound in the world), and digging into the box on a meaty 3-1 count against some schmuck throwing 80 down the pipe...but I was playing with my dad and all these other people who I love in some odd way...not like the people whom I obviously love and share good will with, but like cuff people....not to say my dad is a cuff person...but when I think of my father and baseball I remember him yelling at me and kicking me because I couldn't throw the ball to first (I had some sort of mental block playing third)...anyway it was wonderful...and the most wonderful thing was that I kept waking up and when I would doze back to sleep I was having the same dream...it was as if I was controlling my dreams...I think that would be one of the most wonderful tools in the world...like a personal super human power...dream control...like Freddy but in a good way...so I remember it all and it wasn't the frist time since I have been here that I could recollect...I mean when you remember your dreams don't you just jump up and clap because things seem so much better...woohoo!
