I apologize to everyone for being sparse and not posting anything as of late. With luck, I can start posting a little more regularly.

At the moment, I'll be doing a spring-cleaning of everything around here. That includes the deviations that have been piling up, people's journals, watchers' lists, and possibly even my gallery. Let me know what you'd like for me to take a look at or if you want me to keep watching you.

Sorry this isn't a longer journal. Hopefully, I'll have something a little more interesting to say next time I write.

I suppose that I could have something cool about the New Year and whatnot, but I've been having weird as hell dreams. I felt the need to post these three dreams that I've had over the past two days. I enjoy having strange dreams but these are so baffling and bizarre that I don't know what to make of them.

I DARE any of you to even try analyzing the first two. At least the last one seems like one that can be applied to me.

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1st Dream:
Anyways, it's Nolanverse Batman, which means Ledger's Joker. (Just to clarify, I'm referring to the Batman movies starring Christian Bale in case there's any confusion) The crazy train is in the station and ready to go. The part that I remember, however, turns into a weird mixture between Lovecraft and old Salvador Dali paintings. There was some other stuff that happened beforehand. However, I remember that somehow the Joker had caught me, and I was just in a bed without any PJs because I don't wear them when I go to sleep. I was covered up enough so I didn't feel exposed, and I decide that I'm not going to be a wussie and be afraid of the Joker. He sticks a needle in me near my collarbone and draws some blood, but since it doesn't hurt I'm starting to feel pretty confident. He squirts the blood into his mouth for reasons I don't understand (maybe for effect). Then he tells me that someone else is gonna come by. That's when I say, "Well, you're not going to use the same needle, right?" He gets confused and we start having this matter-of-fact conversation.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, that's a little unsanitary. Don't you have another needle?--I'd just appreciate if you used another needle."
"I might."
"I'm just saying. It'd be nice if you could use another needle. I can get you one if you want."
The he snaps at me because he's getting a little pissy, and tells me that it's not gonna be one of his cronies coming by to do the same sort of weird shit. Apparently, it's Batman. This is the part where the crazy train just jumps the rails into a pit of insanity. The scene cuts to outside where it's dark and away from this house. It's not Batman. It's a really creepy Living Bat Train. See, there is Batman in his full gear at the front of this train thing. He has his arms and legs, but somehow attached to his back and extending away is this solid mass of black tissue. It's probably two feet or so and massive. Attached to that are more legs and appendanges, and attached to that is some mass of a tar-like mess. Also, the underside of his big bat-cape is blood red, containing many eyes and sharp-toothed mouths which shriek a lot. He's crashing through some trees and trying to pull himself away from the evil thing attached to him as part of his amazing inner battle with this creepy tar-beast that is trying to eat him. Also, at this point it suddenly went from real-life to Batman Series animation. I remember there had been some sort of scene where the tar-beast attached to Batman and he was crashing through the city trying to just pull away. For some reason, he couldn't just cut it off.

2nd Dream:

This is the Twilight Zone one where everything started out in black and white. There were a bunch of cars to choose from at some lake in the middle of nowhere, and there was this SUV that my mom told me not to choose because it was evil. The guy who owned it didn't seem to happy with that. After all the cars were driven except that one, it becomes third-person. The guy with the white SUV turns out to be the devil and he drives away. He's pissed off, so he starts a tornado. I think at some point, my mom says, "See, this is where the tornado starts" as if we're watching this on TV. It gets muddled here. I remember being in a hotel room where we were watching the storm warning and getting ready to leave. I kinda forgot how Pokemon got in, but it was sometime during this point. I think this is where a Lickitung was madly in love with something like a Gyarados. They liked each other about as much as my two male cats like each other (to clarify for people: my two male cats will sometimes try to have sex with each other. That's how much they like each other).

3rd Dream:

Unfortunately, only a few of you will understand this one. That makes telling the dream that much more embarrassing. Pester me for details.

4th Dream:

I remember more of this one than the others, and it is probably my favorite because it's something I would like to do. I remember there was some serious problems in this beautiful forest and animals were getting hurt. I came across this abandomed barn in a clearing surrounded by trees, and a lot of vegetation was growing in and on the barn. This was a safe place for me to put some birds, so I placed them there and fed them until I could move them elsewhere. I have to leave to get more food. Some time has passed and when I come back, there are more birds. Different kinds like pigeons and sparrows, and then there are also these beautiful gipsy chickens like from Key West that are taking up residence here too. They're building nests which is good, and they're raising their little babies and generally being pretty happy. The only bad thing is that the menagerie starts getting a little larger. The chickens get spooked by some of the cats I've rescued, so I have to put the cats in another part of the barn where they won't try to eat any of the baby chicks. At some point someone starts walking a small version of those four-legged battle droids from Star Wars through the forest. They're not malicious; they just don't give a shit about the wildlife. They're about to plough into my sanctuary and I run over frantically motioning for them to go around. I think that it's not going to work, but they see me and they actually go away. It turns out that much of the forest I'm in--which by the is beautiful because it extends up the side of a mountain--is in danger due to humans. Anyways, I'm now at a point where I either need to start finding places for these animals or building another place. I'm not really rescuing them anymore because they just wander into the barn and take up residence, but the problem is that the carnivores and herbivores aren't getting along. I remember had to separate a fox from some hounds and again had to take care of the birds. Somewhere in here, I'm forced to leave the barn-sanctuary and hang out with my ex-boyfriend (he dumped me in early June) even though I really have no reason or desire to see him. He seems nice enough, although I distinctly remember that he either didn't care about my barn-sanctuary or finds a way to completely screw up my system. The last thing I remember is using my words to tear him a new one. I woke up wishing that I had a barn-sanctuary where I could help animals and give them a safe place.

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The last one seems like something I could actually do, although I doubt it would be as harmonious or pastoral as

Well, I'm finally able to start posting here. You'll see plenty of things like my growing list of feature poems that I'm finally posting through. Almost done!

In the meantime, I'll post a few things. To start with, you'll notice my happy little meme template (Which can be found here: [link] )

The list of people who have committed thus far to the meme! Tell me also if you're interested. I will post your icon and the link to your deviation!

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And for anyone else interested. I've working on my terrible, terrible fanfic that's been hiding in my scraps. I got to the tenth scene, and now I'll be posting the links. I've strangely proud of this little thing, and so now I feel that I should try showing off things here.

So, here it is. Cocaine Blues

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Part 10: [link]

More will be posted as it's written.

HUGE UPDATE

First off, a thought: Does anyone else wish that John Edwards' mistress was named Billie Jean? Ten points to those who know what I mean

Alright, time get things rolling all over again. I was in summer school, then took some time to go to the beach which should explain all the aquarium photos. The point is that I'm back now and I will hopefully get around to finally writing all those poems. Remember all. I may be slow, but I do keep my promises as best as I can.

I got tagged by ~Kaz-Azrael, so that will give me an excuse to fill people in using this little meme thing. Also, I tag no one.

My name is what? (I couldn't stop myself. Sorry for the 90's flashback, y'all)
I just got back from the Crystal Coast so I can get ready for the coming semester, and I just completed summer school.
I spend most of my time (now) getting ready and hopefully doing all the writing I didn't get a chance to do earlier.
I eat things that I really shouldn't. Like fried bread.
I wish for a comfy pair of socks. And while I'm wishing, a pony.
I love the person that I am. (And really, that makes a little more sense in the context of my summer)
I need to get all those poems done for all the people I promised them to!
I think that now I've got some breathing room, I can get cracking on my big to-do list.

And now, the moment you've been waiting for...

The Dread Writer Rachel MacRadical's Amazingly Large List of FEATURES!

Make certain that you tell all these lovely people how you found them! And thanks to everyone who played!


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For all who didn't hear:

George Carlin died yesterday at 71 of heart failure.

I invite everyone who watches me to post your favorite quotes and to talk about how George Carlin influenced you. Feel free to even speculate on what he might say about some things (if he hadn't commented on them already).

I promise that I will put my features journal up again. I just wanted to post this because I feel very luck to be alive during George Carlin's lifetime and hear what he had to say.