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~*~* ok so there is something i have to get out right now. you are going to give me a lower rating (anything below a 9) please leave a comment or message me as to why I am receiving that grade. I am not going to come to your profile and rate you...a 2 or something, I'd like to know what I can do to improve my profile. I cannot improve it unless I know that there is something not right. I'm a mediator, not a MIND READER! lol. so please be considerate and tell me what I can do to improve! :) thanks a bunch and Blessed Be to all who come!*~*~


i am called "dreamreader" because according to my friends when i give them the meanings of their dreams them seem to be true and because i can sometimes see colours around people. this "psychic" told me that i have the ability to see peoples auoras about i thought she was a quack. She told me that in a past life that i was royality in Canada, first, i have never been to Canada and its not on my list of places to visit, and two, I HATE SNOW!!! cant stand it. so shes a total quack...whoops got off the topic, so yeah thats why i am called "dreamreader".





even though that psychic was a bit looney she was correct about one thing, i am not like others. i do have the ablity to see aruras but only when they are extremely strong or i am really familiar with them, i know my arura color is purple although i havent figured out why. i am also what you can call a medium, i have only been one since june of 2004. i have found being a medium isnt always nice or rewading...i have seen things in my life that no one should have, i have bared witness to things other cannot see. i have felt different, as though no one believed me. my mother thought i was even crazy at one point and is something no one would want to feel. for 2.5 years i was scared that my family would put me in an asylum. i have been to one as a visitor, that is some place you wouldnt want to be living in. i will not going into too much more about, but if you want to know more please feel free to ask.





dont know what it is but for some reason i am completely drawn to vampires. like the movies, comics, books especially. i guess its liking the mystery, the danger and the romance that surrounds them. anyways if you wanna know some really good vampire movies or books, yeah, just buzz me...well more like bite me, in a good way. lol.

my mother has always wondered why i had such a fasination with vampires, magic, ghost, anything supernatural. i have told her time and time again that it must just be in my blood, but she just wonders why i couldnt be "normal" like everyone else.





well...personally i dont like being like everyone else. its annoying and i really hate to be conformed into something that i dont feel i was made to be. i am not a loner but i dont like being in the same place for long, i like travel, moving around and meeting new people. i have found the best advise is giving by people that have been through a lot in life, even homeless people have wise advice to give.

well lets see....i like...

Charmed
Buffy The Vampire Slayer (girls kick ass!)
Angel (gotta love Spike!)
and America's Next Top Model...highly entertaining watch those dumb gurls fight!
Interview With A Vampire









Music wise....i am all over the place.

Nickelback
Evancescence (if i was a lis. i would marry amy lee)
Linkin Park
Placebo
Audioslave
Robert McDonald
Collective Soul
the Muse
Blue October
Claud Debussy
The Vines
Reliant K
Beethoven
The Clash
Rob Zombie
The Used
Hawthorne Heights
......Theres more but i really dont feel like typing it all out.

I am of German and Scottish heritage. My great-grandmother was scottish and moved to america sometime in the late 1800's. My mother's father was born in germany so was my father's father. So basically i am 70% German and 30% scottish. eventhough i am more german i bask more in being scottish. i love it. i love the food, music, accent, legends and stories and the painfully beautiful land. i feel that is truely where my heart is, where it will always be. i havent been there before but i plan to visit pretty soon, hopefully with my father. we have narrowed down our clan so we are pretty happy. i am of the MacDonald clan from the Isle of Skye. the tarten for the clan is absolutly beautiful. its purple and green and very lovely for a dress.





Books: Well....i have over 200 books so....deffinently not typing all THAT out. you've got to be crazed.

Twilight
New Moon
Eclispe
Bloodline
Blood and Chocolate
Redemption
A Great and Terrible Beauty
Rebel Angel
Silver Kiss
Kissing Vampires 1-4
Interview with the Vampire
The Mediator Series
The Seer Series
Sweep (Series)
Anything by Shakespeare or Jane Austen.





I knida believe there ghosts, spirits, witchcraft, and Vampires. i dont know why i believe but i guess from past experiences i might. i have a theory about the creation of vampires. If you'd like to hear about it, messge me.

anywho...thats some info about me...wanna know more...IM me or leave a message....great! now i sound like an answering machine!




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so i think now that you have gotten this far into my profile i should probably lay down some ground rules.

1. dont flood my message box with wants of cyber and whatnot. read my bloodred lips,"you're not going to get any!"

2. no bashing of the friends and family...i dont bash yours, you dont bash mine.

3. if you put me on your friends list please let me know. i found out i am on some people's list and i havent the fuzziest clue whose.

4. I DONT NEED A BOYFRIEND...i am not one of those girls that falls "head over heels" for someone, i dont even believe in love so please odnt waste you're time on me.

5. i am heterosexual...enough said.

6. if you have any suggestions for my pro. please send them to me via message center...i welcome all suggestions.

I think thats about it.
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Here are some of my favorite lyrics that I have written. I am currently trying to form a band, we're call Secrets Of Annon.
Let me know what you think:

~Two gravestones under a weeping willow tree, they call for me, they call for me. bidding me to my core of everything that is true, we call for you, we call for you.

~I never tried to save the world, I never thought about the chance, but it was there, when I was unaware, and now I know the truth.
The ice cold land the dark has brought, the frozen lakes and seas and plains. But there was hope, of which I had not known, now all I cause is pain.
'Cause the world now is ending. There's no way I can stop, it will be my destuction for I am lost.





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Dreamreader's Ode to Edward Cullen:


Shall I compare you to a winter's night?
Where softness and magic creates a beauty that could hardly surpass you.
Where the fire of love shall burn through the ice of departed dreams.
And the warmth of a lover's embrace is the only thing that is needed to bring all the joys of spring into one's heart.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!