Name:Rachel Country:United States State:Arkansas Metro:Russellville Birthday:7/31/1984 Gender:Female
Interests:Writing. Reading - anything I can get my hands on. Music. Hiking. Anything outdoorsy really. Looking at the stars (you would not believe how into astronomy i am). And i love coffee more than i should. I like shopping in used bookstores and art-supply stores and I love looking at art although I am horrible at it, except for basic layout and calligraphy. Well, I sculpt too. And photography. So I just contradicted my own statement. Being in theatre makes me ecstatically happy. So I guess you could say I am a typical raging bohemian. I like cussing unapologetically. I like doing things that shock people and seem entirely out of character for me. Sometimes I love God. Right now we are mutually seeing other people. I love being so far behind on fashion that i'm actually ahead. I like making people laugh. I like arguing. I like building things. I like cool-aid. I like the fact that i was a geek long before it became popular. Oh, yes, and I've also taken up dumpster diving. Much fun to try. Expertise:Why even ask that question? Hmmm... let me think... I am really good at getting into trouble. And getting other people into trouble. But I'm also the master of getting out of trouble in record time. I am the master of double speak. And paranoid conspiracy theories. The game of tete-a-tete is one of my favorites. And being invisible, or in some cases just "unassuming". I have sulking and being shady down to an artform. And if my life ran like an action movie I would be the FUCKING MASTERMIND! Occupation:Student Industry:Entertainment
I get a big kick out of my dreams. Especially the crazy, indecipherable ones. It's a big change from back over the summer when my brain was trying to sort out the fast-food procedures in my slumber, and I wound up setting every dream in some sort of restaurant, or, even worse, just wrapping tacos over and over continuously. That was just kind of disturbing how my brain was capable of such banality. (Yes, Ian, I used your word.) The past couple of nights have given me some amazing dreams that I've tried to relive in my head during my waking hours. I actually used to keep a dreamlog, but I've gotten lazy as of late about writing down my dreams. Today, though, will be different, because these dreams are just too interesting not to share.
1) Scientists at war: Wednesday morning, after waking up momentarily to write down a line that was floating in my mind and to wake the boyfriend up so that he could get ready for early shift, I drifted back into sleep and dreamed that I was in a science lab with a bunch of scientists, experimenting on some sort of new chemical. There were lots of test tubes, beakers, and different colored liquids and powders of all sorts, and everyone was trying to find the combination that looked correct, as the formula was missing. I was looking for the formula, or the book that might contain it. I looked around, and each scientist had a different mix of chemicals, and they started to look kind of gross. A few of the test tubes actually exploded. I was looking through cabinets, drawers, files and files and files, but nothing. I was getting worried about the other scientists, when suddenly someone came in with a huge gun, and started shooting at the scientists. There was screaming and running now, but I was determined to find the damn formula. Then the shooter turned on me, but his bullets couldn't hit me. I just gave him a look of "what the fuck are you doing" and then looked at the wall, where there was a bunch of holes in the concrete, and the smell of sulphur. I fell down to the floor, but not from unconsciousness. I had suddenly noticed that a lone book was wedged under the table. I grabbed it, and the dream changed course.
2) Tough Guy Car: This might have just been a change in sleep cycle, but what I remember next is being in a house with a couple of people I haven't seen in a long time, and I was filling out paperwork to buy a car. They seemed kind of hesitant to sell me the car, so I kept arguing with them that I needed transportation. I left the house, and walked past the car in question. It was a kind of beat-up old junker, white, maybe from the 1970's. A friend of mine came up to the yard, hugged me and said he'd settle this matter.The people followed me and I journeyed into the next lot, where there were lots of cars just like the one in the yard. I tried to get them to sell me one of those, but they wouldn't. Then my mom showed up momentarily, and set a television on their front porch. They then agreed to take me for a test drive. But they drove. And it was a crazy ride, through woods, flying over ditches and bridges, until we got back to the town, and let the car keys go in my hand and sent me on my way.
3) Time travel blunder: This dream started just this past night. I was in this huge compound, like a hospital, lots of reception desks and blue walls. I was journeying through the halls, when someone in a lab coat came to me and asked me if I would like to be part of an experiment. I said yes. I was given a list of instructions, and put into a chamber. Then the chamber was turned on, and when I opened the door, the lab coat guy wasn't there anymore. I left the lab room, and went into the hall. I wandered through the halls again, and everything looked the same, but the people were different, and their clothes were different. I guess I had gone back in time. It creeped me out, but I set to the list, talking to certain people, saying the things on the list, making phone calls, moving things around. Then I watched things change. Someone tripped over something, the newspaper changed headlines slightly, and I thought my job was done. I put myself back into the chamber and turned the machine on to the current time, and when I got out the man in the lab coat looked frustrated. Even all the things I had done had not changed the timeline one iota. I then went into the future to see if anything had changed. Nothing. Back again. Nothing. Back even further. Nothing. Then I was sent to another planet to see if the list would change anything. Nothing. Another dimension. Nothing. I told the lab coat guy I was starting to get dizzy, and he said I had to do the experiment one more time, in present day. Still nothing. He pulled me out of the chamber, got in himself, and disappeared.
4) Waltzing in My Sleep: This one I know happened much later. This was a theatre dream, and I was onstage, getting prompts on what to say and do, and I wound up just gathering into a waltz with some guy who was dressed in a very nice suit. Some girls to my left were reading a magazine, and looked very out of place. Then I saw a close up of someone cutting open a pomegranate. Then the scene was switched to a church, where the same suit-dressed man was sitting next to me, trying to keep the kids in the row in front of him quiet, but he was not paying any attention to me. The preacher was talking about something, and one of the kids suddenly asked for a song. The preacher sang some random nonsensical song about birds, and the kid started smiling and clapping his hands. Then the preacher kept talking, and I kind of just looked at him for a second and moved to the end of the aisle, I was about to leave. I got a bit embarrassed, though, thinking someone would tell me to sit down. No one even looked at me. I was relieved. I left the church, but fell down the steps.
"Alright you bitches and bastards, put your dicks and titties in the closet, my dad is upstairs wiping the shit off his face, and my mom is in the kitchen fucking the turkey!"
There's a student in medical school who wants to specialize in sexual disorders, so he makes arrangements to visit the sexual disorder clinic. The chief doctor is showing him around, discussing cases and the facility, when the student sees a patient masturbating right there in the hallway. "What condition does he have?" the student asks. "He suffers from Seminal Buildup Disorder," the doctor replies. "If he doesn't obtain sexual release forty to fifty times a day, he'll pass into a coma." The student takes some notes on that, and they continue down the hall. As they turn the corner, he sees another patient with his pants around his ankles, receiving oral sex from a beautiful nurse. "What about him?" the student asks. "What's his story?" "Oh, it's the same condition," the doctor replies. "He just has a better health plan."
These three guys were stranded on this island with no hope of getting off for a long time. Then this 500 pound guy came out of some bushes and said "Okay, I give you two choices......death or bongo." The first guy said, "I have a lot to live for; my wife and kids are at home. I choose bongo." The big guy takes him aside and they start banging it right there. The second guy sees this and doesn't think it looks so bad so he also chooses bongo. Then two 550 pound guys come out of the bushes and they get it on right there. The third guy is disgusted by this, so he chooses death. After saying this, fourteen 550 pound guys come out of the bushes screaming "DEATH BY BONGO!!!!!!"
Meh? They make no sense to my brain. And so I feel I must share them with you, my lovely internet audience.
The final picture is one I don't even remember taking. But, damn, I miss that hemp necklace. I've moved twice since I took this, and it's been dissolved into the ether. Or something.
Thank God I'm pretty The occasional free drink I never asked for The occasional admission to a seedy little bar Invitation to a stranger's car I'm blessed With the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied Which only means that when it's dark outside I have to run and hide can't look behind me Thank God I'm pretty
Thank God I'm pretty Every skill I ever have will be in question Every ill that I must suffer merely brought on by myself Though the cops would come for someone else I'm blessed I'm truly privilaged to look this good without clothes on Which only means that when I sing you're jerking off And when I'm gone you won't remember Thank God I'm pretty
Thank you God Oh, lord Thank you God Oh, oh and when a gaggle of faces appears around me It's lucky I hate to be taken seriously I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor If I couldn't count on men to slap my ass anymore I know my destiny's such, that I'm all stocking and curl So everybody thinks that I'm a fucking suicide girl
Thank you God For the occasional champagne I never asked for The occasional admission to a seedy little bar Invitation to a stranger's car I'm blessed With the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied Which only means that when it's dark outside I have to run and hide can't look behind me Thank God I'm pretty
Thank God Thank God Thank you Thank you Thank you God!
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