I had a very odd dream last night.
It's the first day of family camp and I'm sitting in the grass of my old youth group leaders campsite. I don't know this yet though. I see them walk up and greet them both with BIG hugs. We then walk, arms around each other, back to their site. We talk about missing each other, and how I feel singled out. Then I help them set up their tent.
After finishing putting up their tent an old friend, who is called Gigi, walked up. We chat. Then the bearded friend of mine asks me if I'm ready to head up and go see the children, he says they'll make me feel better. But I decide to stay at the campsite. They and Gigi leave.
It starts to rain, and I have to use the bathroom, so I run to the field house. The bathrooms got switched, Girls on the left now and Boys on the right. I finish my business and as I'm leaving I see people who hurt me terribly homecoming of my sophomore year. I run out of the field house to avoid anything that could happen.
That's all I can remember. Alright well, choa to those of you who read my posts.