I finished(more or less) 2 out of the three papers last night. The one I didn’t get to was for Hindu Traditions, and that paper should I do it now, will suck. The others I’m going to the library to edit and concentrate on right now.

I’ve decided therefore, judging from the incomplete I was given(thank God) by Dr. Michael this last semester, that they are not evil, and will in fact, save your ass from a bad grade. So therefore, I’m taking an incomplete on that class.

I’ve gotta be careful about taking them, out at Pacifica they only allow 4 per academic year. So I figure, if I really need to, I can take out 1 per quarter. This should be the last time I need to take one though, having learned my lesson about procrastination. Although when it comes down to the last semester here at BSU and the end of the second quarter at Pacifica I may need to take another.

We’ll see. God bless teachers who allow you to take incompletes.

apparently I was in an old west town, taking place largely in a bar. There was a haunting or murder spree or something of that sort going on, with whoever wen tout to confront whatever it was being killed, and disappeared. women and men both. Me and a few other people(no one specific) were sitting in the bar.

this ghost was mighty powerful, but we had found some sor tof peice of paper to which it’s power was tied. To banish it, we had to write “God forgives you” on the paper, and we tried several times with the ghost coming nearer and nearer to kill us. The pen kept on drying up, out of ink. FInally I pulled my good green pen that I carry around all the time out, finished writing the sentence and drew a cross. The ghost was banished and we were sitting in the bar. It was about midnight in the dream when the sheriff(who had been drinking all evening) decided that it was we who had to be blamed for the murders. The bartender tried to talk him out of it, but he decided the only way that we could prove our innocence was to dig up the bodies from the place where they had disappeared. And it had to be done right then. So we went to dig them up, in the dark, with a gigantic bonfire out front of the barn where they had gone. We found bodies, faces frozen in a rictus of fright, eyes bloody and gouged out. We had dug up two, and the feeling of danger kept rising….

and that’s when I woke up.

that was one of the most vivid dreams I’ve had in a long long time.