Dreams

I love dreaming when I sleep. It's almost like a get-away for me, my own personal vacation. I have this gut feeling when I have dreams that pertain to reality. And so I pray about them.

Sometimes I get away to places that looks somewhat like a place I know, and with people I know. It was crazy last night, I was suppose to be going to church, and the pastor who I have no idea who he was, he kept talking while rearranging a meat freezer like the ones in a store. I'm sure what he was talking about was somehow connecting the meat and God, but you know, somehow I just don't want to know. So I tuned out a pastor in my own dreams. Wow.

My brother always told me that I have the fun dreams. How is meat fun?

I know what is bothering me subconsciously when it comes out in dreams. I'm not afraid of meat or anything. I think it has more to do with that I tuned them out. With us going to church on Sundays, means I am still worrying about the kids the whole time instead of listening to the message. That and Josh and I love Saturday nights. If you haven't been to a Saturday night service, it's feels so different than the Sunday mornings. I like the more relaxed atmosphere, almost like you are involved in the discussion, rather than talked at on Sunday morning. Unfortunately there isn't anything for the kids, so my mom ends up watching them while we go. Then Sunday morning we take the girls so they have their church time too. Hopefully something will give.

Then again, maybe I'm over-analyzing.