More post-apocalyptic dreams! I know you were waiting with bated breath for these so I decided to post them. Both are really short, so that's why I'm doing two in one post.
The polar ice caps have melted and the earth has flooded. So, after school, Amanda, Emeri and I all climb onto a mattress and float down the newly formed river through suburban Johnson County. We're trying to communicate with our friends who are on another mattress, so we tie little notes to a bluebird who flies back and forth between our mattresses. The end.
Somehow, most of the world's population has been turned into zombies. And they're the human-eating kind or something. Either way, they're dangerous but only at night when they're awake. I go to the store to get some food during the day, and for some reason it takes me a long time and I end up encountering some zombies at the Hen House. Thankfully the guy from Owl City is there and we team up to trick the zombies and trap them in the store so that we can escape into his car with our produce. We're in Hawaii and he tells me about this house owned by his friend Gabe Saporta (the lead singer of Cobra Starship, who is crazy) that is zombie fortified (think I Am Legend). So we drive past the deserted resorts and homes to get to his house. It's now daytime again and Gabe and the others who have found refuge at his house come out to greet us, including a scientist that has found the cure for the zombie disease. He's made it into an aerosol form and that night I am put into a fortified, tranparent room to tempt the zombies. When they start climbing on it trying to get to me, the cure is released and they pass out. Once it's light, we drag them into the house next door which has also been fortified and has an underground tunnel leading to the first house so that they can recover. When they wake up, they're human again.
And then I woke up.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Dream 3: Here She Is: MISS AMERICA!
Again, this one isn't post-apocalyptic but it is very funny. And a little bit weird. But that's how all my dreams are.
Amanda and I are in a qualifying round for the Miss America pagent. The problem is, it's at the same time as Les Mis rehearsal. Conveniently, the qualifying round is being held in the hall right next to the auditorium, so we're able to go back and forth between the two. After sitting in the back of the auditorium painting giant ballons with sparkly paint and then letting them loose to fly up to the ceiling, Amanda and I head over to the hall. When we're there, there is a line of prom dress clad girls heading through a door. We follow. Beyond the unassuming door is an escalator that leads us to a ritzy hotel lobby/restaurant where we're offered all kinds of delectable food. There are a lot of windows and waiter/butler men in suits carring trays, bags, lists, etc. It's very classy and posh. Amanda and I look and feel very out of place in our casual school attire but are more occupied with the majesty of the place.
There was also something about the Hale brothers being there, but I don't remember that part. Anyway, that's where it ends.
Amanda and I are in a qualifying round for the Miss America pagent. The problem is, it's at the same time as Les Mis rehearsal. Conveniently, the qualifying round is being held in the hall right next to the auditorium, so we're able to go back and forth between the two. After sitting in the back of the auditorium painting giant ballons with sparkly paint and then letting them loose to fly up to the ceiling, Amanda and I head over to the hall. When we're there, there is a line of prom dress clad girls heading through a door. We follow. Beyond the unassuming door is an escalator that leads us to a ritzy hotel lobby/restaurant where we're offered all kinds of delectable food. There are a lot of windows and waiter/butler men in suits carring trays, bags, lists, etc. It's very classy and posh. Amanda and I look and feel very out of place in our casual school attire but are more occupied with the majesty of the place.
There was also something about the Hale brothers being there, but I don't remember that part. Anyway, that's where it ends.
Experience 2: Fasting
Ok, so this isn't actually one of the experiences I said I would blog about but I'm going to anyway. After all, this is the first time I've fasted so it's a new experience!
Last week my friend Emeri and I both felt like we were being called to fast. After a little bit of discussion we decided on the Daniel fast which allows you to eat only fruits and vegetables and drink juices and water. It's still very restrictive, but it's better for the longer 3 day fast that I wanted to do because you are getting some sustenance. So after asking my parents to stock up on juice and fruit, I began Friday morning.
I packed my bag fuller than it has ever been with a baggie of carrots and green pepper, two bottles of juice, two clemetines, an apple, a water bottle, and a bottle containing a protein shake thing. This was placed in among my other every day school items and made my bag extremely heavy. But hey, I was prepared. Over the course of the day, I munched on the veggies, ate the fruit, drank the liquids, and peed 12times. I was content. That is, until rehearsal. At rehearsal, everyone annoyed me. There is this really annoying freshman boy who's gory, long and painful death I was plotting, a sophomore girl who I corrected about the storyline of the musical in a very rude way, and another fellow cast-memeber and exfriend that wished for horrible things to happen to all rehearsal. Now, my bad mood may have been induced by my recieving the lowest grade I have ever gotten in the history of my school years on my last Calc test, or it might have had something to do with the fast. I'm not really sure which one it was. But when I got home I was able to unwind, eat Romaine lettuce, and watch White Collar episodes.
Today is day two. I have been drinking Cranberry Pomegranate juice all day, except at lunch when I had sauteed veggies (quite delicious with a pinch of seasoning salt but I'm not sure if that's against the rules...). Hunger hasn't affected me at all; there comes a point when you just don't notice it anymore. My digestive system, however, has noticed. I'll spare you the details, but just be warned: If you plan on going on a juice diet, know that your intestines will complain.
Things I've learned so far:
1. Sautee the vegetables. It's so good!
2. Cranberry juice is gross. Don't get it.
3. As delicious as clementines are, after 5 in a day, they get really old.
4. Everything sounds more delicious when you can't have it.
5. Have a purpose when you fast.
6. You will feel lethargic all the time. So don't fast when you have things to do.
Fasting has taught me self-control and balance. I would like to do this again when there are fewer things that I have to worry about getting done and can spend more time focusing on meditation and quiet time. Reading a Bible verse at night and journaling are two things that I've started with this fast and I hope to keep those things up beyond this fast.
Last week my friend Emeri and I both felt like we were being called to fast. After a little bit of discussion we decided on the Daniel fast which allows you to eat only fruits and vegetables and drink juices and water. It's still very restrictive, but it's better for the longer 3 day fast that I wanted to do because you are getting some sustenance. So after asking my parents to stock up on juice and fruit, I began Friday morning.
I packed my bag fuller than it has ever been with a baggie of carrots and green pepper, two bottles of juice, two clemetines, an apple, a water bottle, and a bottle containing a protein shake thing. This was placed in among my other every day school items and made my bag extremely heavy. But hey, I was prepared. Over the course of the day, I munched on the veggies, ate the fruit, drank the liquids, and peed 12times. I was content. That is, until rehearsal. At rehearsal, everyone annoyed me. There is this really annoying freshman boy who's gory, long and painful death I was plotting, a sophomore girl who I corrected about the storyline of the musical in a very rude way, and another fellow cast-memeber and exfriend that wished for horrible things to happen to all rehearsal. Now, my bad mood may have been induced by my recieving the lowest grade I have ever gotten in the history of my school years on my last Calc test, or it might have had something to do with the fast. I'm not really sure which one it was. But when I got home I was able to unwind, eat Romaine lettuce, and watch White Collar episodes.
Today is day two. I have been drinking Cranberry Pomegranate juice all day, except at lunch when I had sauteed veggies (quite delicious with a pinch of seasoning salt but I'm not sure if that's against the rules...). Hunger hasn't affected me at all; there comes a point when you just don't notice it anymore. My digestive system, however, has noticed. I'll spare you the details, but just be warned: If you plan on going on a juice diet, know that your intestines will complain.
Things I've learned so far:
1. Sautee the vegetables. It's so good!
2. Cranberry juice is gross. Don't get it.
3. As delicious as clementines are, after 5 in a day, they get really old.
4. Everything sounds more delicious when you can't have it.
5. Have a purpose when you fast.
6. You will feel lethargic all the time. So don't fast when you have things to do.
Fasting has taught me self-control and balance. I would like to do this again when there are fewer things that I have to worry about getting done and can spend more time focusing on meditation and quiet time. Reading a Bible verse at night and journaling are two things that I've started with this fast and I hope to keep those things up beyond this fast.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Dream 2: Marriage?
This is not a post-apocalyptic dream. It was just incredibly strange.
My suit-wearing husband walked in the door of our home and was greeted with the scent of a roast almost done cooking. I was vacuuming in a dress and heels. It was very 1950s. The strangeness comes in when I saw who I was married too. I was married to Keegan Rice. This is weird because Keegan is selectively gay. He is gay, but sometimes likes girls.
I didn't know what to think when I woke up.
My suit-wearing husband walked in the door of our home and was greeted with the scent of a roast almost done cooking. I was vacuuming in a dress and heels. It was very 1950s. The strangeness comes in when I saw who I was married too. I was married to Keegan Rice. This is weird because Keegan is selectively gay. He is gay, but sometimes likes girls.
I didn't know what to think when I woke up.
Dream 1: Alien Take-over
Recently I've been having post-apocalyptic dreams. It's been interesting. So here's the first one that I remember.
I was at school, but it was nighttime. I walked out of the building and saw three huge U.F.O.s (think of the alien ships in Chicken Little and you'll get what they were like) floating in the sky. My two friends and I ran for cover but were taken by the ships. My friends and I managed to escape but learned in the process that the aliens were looking for the heart of the earth. Literally, the heart beating in the earth. They weren't interesting in people, but captured them so that they wouldn't get in the way. So while we knew we weren't in any mortal danger, we still did not care to be imprisoned for the remainder of our lives and decided to run.
We went to a big city where we met up with more escapees, and packed for a long trip. Just beyond the city there was a forest. We headed toward the forest and came across a carnival with creepy, seedy people right at dusk. It was dark and dreary. One of our group bought cotton candy. I don't know why. But we headed into the forest. After walking for a while we came across another group that had been wandering in the woods for days. We gave them food and they told us that they were looking for a man in the North who had a sanctuary buried deep in the ground under a large rock that would distort the searching devices of the aliens. They had mistakenly been heading East for hours. We got out a compass and headed North.
I have weird dreams.
I was at school, but it was nighttime. I walked out of the building and saw three huge U.F.O.s (think of the alien ships in Chicken Little and you'll get what they were like) floating in the sky. My two friends and I ran for cover but were taken by the ships. My friends and I managed to escape but learned in the process that the aliens were looking for the heart of the earth. Literally, the heart beating in the earth. They weren't interesting in people, but captured them so that they wouldn't get in the way. So while we knew we weren't in any mortal danger, we still did not care to be imprisoned for the remainder of our lives and decided to run.
We went to a big city where we met up with more escapees, and packed for a long trip. Just beyond the city there was a forest. We headed toward the forest and came across a carnival with creepy, seedy people right at dusk. It was dark and dreary. One of our group bought cotton candy. I don't know why. But we headed into the forest. After walking for a while we came across another group that had been wandering in the woods for days. We gave them food and they told us that they were looking for a man in the North who had a sanctuary buried deep in the ground under a large rock that would distort the searching devices of the aliens. They had mistakenly been heading East for hours. We got out a compass and headed North.
I have weird dreams.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Experience 1: The Mean Streets of Westport
It's only fitting that my first experience be the most dramatic thing I've ever done. I went to a hookah bar. Yeah, that's right. How rebellious of me. But let me start at the beginning.
To understand all of this, you need a little background. I had nothing planned for Saturday night and, having spent my Friday night napping and catching up on The Big Bang Theory, I wanted to do something. So, after mentioning my desire to go clubbling to my brother's girlfriend Grace when describing this assignment, I decided to see what she was up to. Grace is a college student (UMKC) and has college student friends. That's relevant because most of my friends are younger than me and thus cannot participate in the new, 18+ things that I am going to try. Anyway, Grace invited me to hang out with her and a couple of friends, Noha and Lara, that night, and mentioned that Lara wanted to go hookahing. It's not clubbing, but I figured that I could convice them to go when I got there. I finally managed to get to Grace's apartment and thus began Girl's Night Out:
Jerusalem Cafe. It's a small, old building with narrow hallways and bathrooms meant for midgets. But the food is delicious. Grace and I split a plate of Shawarma, a mound of curry marinated chicken and grilled vegetables on a pita with a side of rice and yogurt. I was skeptical at first, but it proved to be scrumptious. After our filling meal and stimulating conversation about college life and boys, Lara lead us up the terrifyingly steep, narrow stairs to the hookah bar. We were greeted with a hazy, dim room filled with tables and people and a relaxed man who searched for a table, carded us, and led the way to another room. We sat at a rickety table in the back of the bar, listened to the sitar-filled music and browsed the flavors while Lara gave us a crash course in hookah 101. We decided on strawberry pina colada and were brought a tall, skinny, candelabra-esque contraption with a tube attached to it. It was probably one of the stangest things I have seen. Eventually we were moved to the front room which had a much better vibe to it; the other people in the back seemed like they had been smoking something else entirely before coming to hookah. We talked some more and around 11:30 decided to go back to Grace's aparment. Luckily my parents had given me permission to spend the night; somehow, I think that coming home smelling like smoke and pina colada wouldn't have flown with my dad. We walked back down the steps of death and out of the restaurant onto the streets of Westport.
Walking around Westport in the middle of the night is a strange experience. There are more people out than there were at 7 or 8, and it's almost as bright as day. There were all sorts of characters around. One woman had on 6-inch stilettos and booty shorts that showed off her leg tatoos. She was going to America's Pub, though, which explains a lot. As we headed back to our car, we ran across a street toward the parking lot and then I was on the ground. And back up again before I was even sure what happened. I'm still not sure about what happened. But then I was hobbling to the sidewalk with scraped up knees, and Grace, Noha, and Lara were asking if I was all right. I didn't know. Everything had happened so quickly. One moment I was trotting alongside Grace and the next I was kissing the streets of Westport. But we made it to the car and then to Grace's apartment without further mishaps and it wasn't until we were all sitting in the kitchen in our borrowed pajamas that it hit me.
Falling is really funny. As we sat sipping virgin pina coladas and munching on chocolate chip cookie brownies, I bandaged my knees with Neosporin, panty liners and tape, and each of us recounted our point of view on the falling incident. I haven't laughed that hard and for that long in a very long time. I'm still giggling as I remember it. We finished the evening with an episode of Pushing Daisies, running around the apartment opening windows because Grace set off the fire alarm at 2 in the morning when she burnt her muffins, some more hearty laughter, and sleep.
All in all, I feel no need to go to a hookah bar again. While it was a good experience to have, I don't think that it will be added to my list of fun activites. Regardless, I had quite the experience.
To understand all of this, you need a little background. I had nothing planned for Saturday night and, having spent my Friday night napping and catching up on The Big Bang Theory, I wanted to do something. So, after mentioning my desire to go clubbling to my brother's girlfriend Grace when describing this assignment, I decided to see what she was up to. Grace is a college student (UMKC) and has college student friends. That's relevant because most of my friends are younger than me and thus cannot participate in the new, 18+ things that I am going to try. Anyway, Grace invited me to hang out with her and a couple of friends, Noha and Lara, that night, and mentioned that Lara wanted to go hookahing. It's not clubbing, but I figured that I could convice them to go when I got there. I finally managed to get to Grace's apartment and thus began Girl's Night Out:
Jerusalem Cafe. It's a small, old building with narrow hallways and bathrooms meant for midgets. But the food is delicious. Grace and I split a plate of Shawarma, a mound of curry marinated chicken and grilled vegetables on a pita with a side of rice and yogurt. I was skeptical at first, but it proved to be scrumptious. After our filling meal and stimulating conversation about college life and boys, Lara lead us up the terrifyingly steep, narrow stairs to the hookah bar. We were greeted with a hazy, dim room filled with tables and people and a relaxed man who searched for a table, carded us, and led the way to another room. We sat at a rickety table in the back of the bar, listened to the sitar-filled music and browsed the flavors while Lara gave us a crash course in hookah 101. We decided on strawberry pina colada and were brought a tall, skinny, candelabra-esque contraption with a tube attached to it. It was probably one of the stangest things I have seen. Eventually we were moved to the front room which had a much better vibe to it; the other people in the back seemed like they had been smoking something else entirely before coming to hookah. We talked some more and around 11:30 decided to go back to Grace's aparment. Luckily my parents had given me permission to spend the night; somehow, I think that coming home smelling like smoke and pina colada wouldn't have flown with my dad. We walked back down the steps of death and out of the restaurant onto the streets of Westport.
Walking around Westport in the middle of the night is a strange experience. There are more people out than there were at 7 or 8, and it's almost as bright as day. There were all sorts of characters around. One woman had on 6-inch stilettos and booty shorts that showed off her leg tatoos. She was going to America's Pub, though, which explains a lot. As we headed back to our car, we ran across a street toward the parking lot and then I was on the ground. And back up again before I was even sure what happened. I'm still not sure about what happened. But then I was hobbling to the sidewalk with scraped up knees, and Grace, Noha, and Lara were asking if I was all right. I didn't know. Everything had happened so quickly. One moment I was trotting alongside Grace and the next I was kissing the streets of Westport. But we made it to the car and then to Grace's apartment without further mishaps and it wasn't until we were all sitting in the kitchen in our borrowed pajamas that it hit me.
Falling is really funny. As we sat sipping virgin pina coladas and munching on chocolate chip cookie brownies, I bandaged my knees with Neosporin, panty liners and tape, and each of us recounted our point of view on the falling incident. I haven't laughed that hard and for that long in a very long time. I'm still giggling as I remember it. We finished the evening with an episode of Pushing Daisies, running around the apartment opening windows because Grace set off the fire alarm at 2 in the morning when she burnt her muffins, some more hearty laughter, and sleep.
All in all, I feel no need to go to a hookah bar again. While it was a good experience to have, I don't think that it will be added to my list of fun activites. Regardless, I had quite the experience.
A Social Experiment
All right, so here we go. I am now (finally) about to embark on a series of adventures, varying in their significance to me, that will prove to put me outside of my comfort zone. I have decided to go clubbing (and participate in other - legal - activities I can now do as an 18 year old), people watch in various hip coffeeshops, walk through the art galleries in the Crossroads District, and log some of my dreams.
I have to admit that I am very excited to do this assignment. It will be awkward at some point or another, but I have an excuse to go out and have new experiences. So often I find myself doing the same thing every weekend and then wondering why it wasn't long enough. It wasn't long enough because I didn't do anything. I'm convinced the more I experience of this world, that habit and routine are the parents of monotony and boredom. Life is so much more interesting when you're out experiencing it.
It's horrifyingly cliche, but that it my motto for this blog: Live life.
I've set the ball in motion. Who knows what will happen now.
I have to admit that I am very excited to do this assignment. It will be awkward at some point or another, but I have an excuse to go out and have new experiences. So often I find myself doing the same thing every weekend and then wondering why it wasn't long enough. It wasn't long enough because I didn't do anything. I'm convinced the more I experience of this world, that habit and routine are the parents of monotony and boredom. Life is so much more interesting when you're out experiencing it.
It's horrifyingly cliche, but that it my motto for this blog: Live life.
I've set the ball in motion. Who knows what will happen now.
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