Neil Perry

Lana turned in a detailed interpretation of one of the many nightmares she'd had over the past week. Her dream journal was full of them or notations explaining that she had not slept on a particular night.

Annette turned in her whole dream journal. She had kept it specifically for homework purposes and used it for an entire week. She'd had Dick write down during the evenings any noises and mumblings she said in an effort to catch her dreaming in the act, so to speak. Annette oftentimes didn't remember her own dreams so she thought this had been a clever idea on her part.

She might have been wrong.

There were a lot of grunts and groans and yes, moaning, written down in her journal. Included were, uhhhh and Ohhhh and no, not now, and my covers!. Also was the single word giggling. Dick woke her up after the giggle and it wouldn't be appropriate to write down what occurred as a result of that waking up moment because it was no longer part of her dream. Duh.

Continuing were the words oh my, yes, Dick is the most awesome hottie ever! (though Annette suspected that he just added that to her journal for creative flair). Extra credit words were underlined in her journal: I'm hot, now yes now!, that tickles, my ass is falling, Twinkies, my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, lipo is gross, Dick rules.

Annette included a detailed version of her dreams and how she percieved them by way of the words she spoke while dreaming. It would seem she thought herself a passionate, perceptive, and deeply thought provoked person. She also loved her boyfriend.

Thank you very much.

Neil turned in his journal. It was an odd mixture of what could easily be identified as anxiety dreams along with some fairly vivid, happier images as well.

...

No, not!dirty.

Anathema turned in her very detailed and somewhat odd dream journal.

"I don't think it necessarily changes the validity of a prediction," Lana said. "But the ones who seem to be out for anything they can get certainly make me wonder."

"Well, everyone needs to make a living, if you happen to be psychic, why shouldn't you charge for what you do best?"

Chris took a seat and waited to see if anyone would join him.

Andrew was sipping his tea slowly. No need to rush the future, right?

Chris was here and ready to perform his TAly duties.

Andrew approached his professor. Clearing his throat, he said, "Professor Aziraphale, sir, I, um, I just wanted to turn in my homework (http://ltcolkirk.livejournal.com/15932.html) from last class."

Yeah, he still looked guilty for not having it in on time.