Mauled

Today I sent my dad off to the summer camp where he works, watched hours of home videos, and walked around the neighborhood with Charis, who just came back from France yesterday.

I'm really tired so all the things I was thinking about writing about I don't think I would do justice to right now. So real quick, I had ANOTHER dream last night. I actually had a couple, but the one I remember is that I was in the woods with two kids with broken legs and a bear was looking at me as if he was going to eat me. So I pointed at two kids on crutches as if to say, "Eat them, not me." Then I ran away while the kids on crutches were mauled by the bear.

I think I am having so many dreams because I've been sleeping on the floor (in the garage or basement where it is cooler) where I am less comfortable and closer to conscientiousness. But I totally suggested a bear eat other kids just so I could save my sorry dream-butt.

Dream-Katy apparently has a really far way to go to Christ likeness.