I had a dream this morning. I dreamed I was back visiting Freed-Hardeman like before. I think I was checking out the campus because I was interested in getting my master’s degree in Bible with an emphasis in Christian counseling. Intriguing. For a while there I had really thought about going back to school to get my masters. I know I could do it. Whether or not it’d be worth it is another story. Being an ISFJ personality my nature is to be a nurturer, to have a strong desire to help others who are downtrodden. However my skills and abilities point more to computers rather than ministry.
Can a person who might actually need counseling himself get a degree in counseling? If I were to go back to school to Freed, I’d have to find a place to live (most likely the dorms) and have to deal with all the noise that goes on with the dorms. I never really got all that stressed out at school. Always did my work. Always tried to make A’s. I feel pretty sure I could do whatever it takes to get my masters. Whether or not I would use it in the job market is up for debate.

Had another dream this morning. It was Camp Leatherwood. The camp I go to usually on or around the 4th of July. This time in this dream it was here and now. As I was leaving the camp, I asked “Camp in March?” “That’s the way she planned it.” As if this whole summer camp scheduling thing was being coordinated by the wife of a youth minister.
My first inclination about having Summer camp in March was “How strange.” You couldn’t do all the Summer camp activities specifically designed for hot weather….swimming…water ballon fights…. But then I thought, how potentially practical it could be. I mean the kids are already out of school for Spring break. If all the other Summer camps were filled, a Spring Break summer camp could be a cool alternative.
In my dream, as I was leaving, and the camp cooks were getting out the pots and pans for breakfast, I was thinking how I was going to ask off from work with one day’s notice. But it had to be done.

Ok. Here’s another dream I had last night (or this morning, rather). I’m going over church activities with Tim, a preacher friend of mine. I said I’m going to be preaching at Scottsville May 23 (a fact, not just in the dream). He says “Oh, that’s our family retreat weekend.” He starts to tell me that the retreat consists of them spending the night in the town barber shop, which of course doesn’t make any sense. He goes on to say it is a historic barber shop. But it couldn’t have been very big because barber shops are never that big.
So this dream doesn’t make any sense. Most dreams don’t. They’re just random thoughts out there that go through your head when you are half asleep.
Meanwhile many schools are closed today. For flooding. And they’re showing Snowbird reports for it.

I had another dream last night. I usually remember them easier if I wake up immediately after having them. This was one of those.
The dream goes like this. We’re in Iraq. Soldiers are sitting around a room with some connected tables and cots. I don’t know if I am a soldier in this dream or a journalist or just a casual observer, as if I’m watching some sort of military documentary. I’m pretty sure I’m not a soldier. I could never be a soldier.
The soldiers have just had some kind of defeat…either military or just a physical defeat from being there so long. Our squad leader, a woman, probably of Hispanic decent poses the question, “Alright, who wants to go home?” At first we all look at each other. One person pipes up and then another soldier says “yes” also. Our of 25 or so soldiers, only 2 want to go home. I’m not sure if the option to go home was scheduled or if it is a special option just for this squad. So then they call out a Hummer to get the 2 that want to go home.
I don’t know what the dream is supposed to mean. Am I being given the option to give up on the battles of life and “just go home?” I have got to fight. We’ve all got to fight when life throws us curve balls. And from what I’ve seen about life for a soldier in Iraq, it can get pretty difficult.

I had a very strange dream last night which I will share.
I’m at church camp. I’m there and its the first day. I haven’t even met the campers in my cabin yet. So all of a sudden some kid is going to get baptized. And then whoever is studying with them says “Well do you want your counselor to baptize you?” And as it turns out I’m his counselor, but I don’t even know him and I’m supposed to baptize this kid (?) So I go back to my cabin to change into the baptismal gear (swimsuit) and by the time I get back the camp director has already baptized the kid.
I’m really not sure what this is supposed to mean. I don’t think I was as upset with the camp director as the fact that I was extremely confused about being asked to baptize someone who I didn’t even know. I mean, it was almost as if it was the counselor’s responsibility to study with the kid and baptize them.
I guess ever since this summer I’ve been feeling like I am capable of studying with kids if they had salvation questions. And I really want to study with them. I’m craving it and even looking for people to study with. Like staying after Wednesday night’s class to answer questions and just seem friendly and accessible to the kids in my class. Nothing would make me happier than studying with someone who really wants to know God’s will for them. I’m not sure I could answer all their questions, but I would definitely try. As far as the dunking is concerned, whether or not I’m the person holding someone briefly underwater shouldn’t make a difference. But somehow it does, at least in the mind of the baptisee….maybe.
What is important to me is making a difference. And feeling good about yourself that you are being looked up to. Not necessarily as being on some kind of power trip. But because you’re a nice guy and only wants the very best for these kids.