Dreams

Camie woke me at 5 am because she had a bad dream about a fox and a weasel. I tucked her back in, prayed for her to sleep well and have good dreams, kissed her and went back to bed. Later I asked her what she dreamed. She said a fox was in church and was taking her candy out of her treat bag (we'd gone to a party yesterday). He was a big fox. She told me the weasel was helping him. And the bag was a smiley-face bag like the ones from our fellowship hall at our old church. But then she remembered in her dream that she was in church and a fox wouldn't be there, so it wasn't scary after that. Was that worth waking a tired mamma up at 5 am? :)

I told her my dream. After she woke me at 5 I was very hungry but figured if I got something to eat I'd wake up too much, so I went on back to bed. In my dream I was talking to the mom of the birthday girls we'd seen yesterday and she handed me a giftbag. "Here, taste this. It's really good." So I took a bite out of the side of it. The paper was pleasantly crunchy like crisp crackers. I ate several more bites from the side then moved on to the bottom of the bag. By then the paper must've gone from food back to paper because my stomach felt sick . I started spitting pieces out in the sink. I woke myself up spitting on my pillow. Okay, so that was gross, but see what sleep deprivation can do to a brain-fried, hungry woman? Before that I was being chased by someone on a 4-wheeler. If there's any meaning in my dreams (or Camie's for that matter), we certainly need someone of God like Joseph to tell us what they mean. :)

And the answers to the baby pictures are now posted above the photos. How did you do?