Dream #1
Test Subject: Corry J. Bolns
Age: 13
“Wake up.” A lady leans over and kisses a boy’s forehead. Her eyes have no pupil or iris but seem to be able to see. The boy sits up and hits his head on a sheet of glass. Through the glass, he can see a woman and what seems to be her dog walking over the glass. Her dog begins to scratch at the glass and its owner pulls it away. The boy rolls off of his bed and begins to fall. He lands on a chair where a plate of eggs and waffles are waiting for him. He eats them and falls backwards off of the chair. He then lands in a swing in a playground. Someone pushes him from behind and he flies upwards towards a ceiling, he hits his head.
End of Dream #1
Corry Bolns was 13 years old when this experiment started. He was taken into this facility against his will and was put into what seemed to be a coma. He was not completely conscious but was somehow able to dream. He was asleep for 3 years. He had exactly 13,140 dreams. We recorded all of them. I will not include all of the dreams in this short pamphlet. I would like to state that I do not think that they should be using these children as their test subjects. I, however, do not have the authority to change, tweek, or stop these experiments. This facility is run by the government and is in an undisclosed location.
Dream #879
Test subject: Corry J. Bolns
Age: 13
“Mrs. Banaldi, I forgot my homework at home.” The boy says while fidgeting with his fingers. “That’s the 3rd time this week, Bolns!” The teacher throws an apple at the boy’s forehead. It hits him in the nose, making an apple-shaped indent in the center of his face. The boy falls backwards, splatting against the ground. His body begins to sizzle and bubble, the teacher runs away into the school building. But all of the students have turned into the boy. They say hi in unison. The teacher falls backwards. She wakes up in a bed where she is surrounded by apples.
End of Dream #879
Corry is hooked up to a device, whenever he has a dream it shows on a monitor. His body still needs water and food. So there is a tube attached to his stomach. He also has a tube attached to his bladder. Some type of pill is fed to him to keep him asleep. Whenever a dream ends, the monitor goes blank.
Dream #4198
Test subject: Corry J. Bolns
Age: 14
“Please! Please, Mom, please!” A boy is being pulled away from his mother, and is being shoved into a car. His mother is screaming and struggling but her husband is holding her back. She punches him in the nose and he lets go. She runs toward the car just as it starts to leave. She grabs on to the door. It drags her along. Her knees bleed and finally she lets go. The car drives off and the mother sits in the street bawling as her child bangs on the window of the car.
End of Dream #4198
This was the saddest dream that Corry has had. It is a dream of how he wished his mother had reacted. Instead, when they came to take Corry away, she and her husband stood in the doorway waving goodbye. I don’t understand how anyone could watch their child being taken away and not try to do something about it. I think his parents were very horrible people. This was a recurring dream. He had it over 100 more times. Sometimes his father and mother went after him, but he never got out.
Dream #8354
Test subject: Corry J. Bolns.
Age: 15
“I’m going to puke,” A boy leans over a toilet. He starts to vomit and then passes out. The boy literally pukes up his guts. His stomach is floating in the liquid along with his intestines. His stomach pops, splattering blood and stomach acids all over the bathroom. The boy is still unconscious but has creatures crawling out of his eyes, mouth, ears, and nose. He begins to tremble. And then POP!
End of Dream #8354
A lot of Corry’s dreams are gross and bubbly. I think it’s because Corry has seen some pretty traumatizing things in his life. When he was 8 years old, his big sister spilled boiling hot oil on herself. She got terrible burn scars, lost eyesight in one of her eyes, and she had to get a face transplant. She died two years later when she got into a horrible car crash. Corry and his family went to visit her in the hospital, she passed away a day later.
Dream #12063
Test subject: Corry J. Bolns
Age: 16
“Get up!!” A lady shakes a boy.
His eyes slowly open.
“What’s happening?” he says groggily.
“There’s a fire!” she yells. His room is slowly getting warmer. He runs to the door but the doorknob is too hot to touch. He tries to kick the door open, but he passes out from inhaling too much smoke. His fingertips begin to melt and his body makes a puddle on the floor.
End of Dream #12063
At first glance, Corry’s dreams don’t seem to have much meaning behind them. I never understood what we were trying to figure out. What the point of this experiment was, I still don’t understand to this day. Sometimes I think the point of these experiments is to torture these children. But for what? What did they do? Most of them have horrible parents or one horrible parent. So are they getting punished for being born into horrible families?
Dream #13140
Test subject: Corry J. Bolns
Age: 16
A boy opens his eyes. He begins to sit up but he is pushed back down by a man in a suit. He looks confused. He tries again. But is pushed down once more. He starts to struggle. But the man grips his wrist. More men in suits show up. The boy tries to go back to sleep.
End of Last Dream
Before experiment
Interviewer: “What is your name?”
Corry: “Where am I?”
Interviewer: “What is your name?”
Corry: “Where am I?”
Interviewer: “Name!?”
Corry: “Uh, Corry.”
Interviewer: “Full name?”
Corry: “Corry Jack Bolns.”
Interviewer: “How old are you?”
Corry: “13.”
Interviewer: “What is your date of birth?”
Corry: “Please, where am I?”
Interviewer: “Date of birth?”
Corry stands up, but a guard grabs him.
Corry: “Don’t touch me!!”
Interviewer: “Don’t be stubborn kid, what is your birthday?!”
Corry: “February, 12, 1977.”
Interviewer: “Please fill out this form.”
After experiment
Interviewer: “What is your name?”
Corry said nothing, he simply sat staring at the interviewer.
Interviewer: “Kid,” he waved his hand in front of Corry’s face.
Interviewer: “Alright, your name is Corry Jack Bolns, can you say that?”
Corry still stays silent.
Interviewer: “You are 16 years old. You were born on February, 12 1977 in upstate New York. Your parents are Jeana and William Bolns. Ring any bells?”
Corry: “Mama?”
Interviewer: “Yes.”
Corry: “Where is Mama?”
Interviewer: “She is at your home with your father.”
Corry seemed scared at the mention of his father.
Interviewer: “Do you remember any dreams?”
Corry: “Mama!!” Corry begins to sob. I don’t understand why he misses his mother so much, she seems like a horrible person, but she must have done something right.
Interviewer: “That’s all we need.”
Me: “Where are you taking him?!”
Interviewer: “Home.”
When Corry arrives at his old home all he does is stare for the first 15 minutes. He then goes up to the bright red door and rings the doorbell. His mother opens the door and shuts it the moment she sees her son. His father opens the door only to shut it once again. Shouts can be heard from behind the front door.
“I thought he was dead!”
“Why would you think that?!”
“You made it sound like he was dead! I cried for two years straight!”
“Don’t exaggerate Jeana! We are not taking him back.”
“Why wouldn’t we Bill? He is our son!”
“NO! I am in charge here!”
“Says who?!?!”
“Me!”
“You never loved me or our children!”
“You think I married you because I loved you?!?!”
Jeana Bolns slaps her husband in the face. She then goes upstairs, fills her suitcase with all of her stuff, and walks out of the door. She grabs her son by the arm. She buckles him into their car and drives off. I am not sure exactly what happened to Corry after that. I have a hard time believing he lived a good life. His mother’s parents were rich and they supported them. I did visit them at their home a year later. Corry’s mother smoked the whole time and she kept telling me that they were trying to erase all of the bad memories. So I wasn’t allowed to talk about the facility. I didn’t learn anything. I was on my way out when Corry’s mother stopped me.
“Why would you let them do this to my son!?!?”
I left without saying a word. I guess I do feel guilty. But this is not about me, this is about Corry, Corry J. Bolns, Corry J. Bolns’ dreams.