Friday, April 29, 2005
Where PJ reads my prayer journal
I dreamed a long dream where we were at a hotel with a lot of people, including my family, Nich and Jayme (no Andie, though, I wonder where she went?), a maid, and a psychopath. The psychopath was murdered, and then I found the maid leaning over this giant hole that went to nowhere. She looked up and I could see in her eyes that she wanted me to push her into the hole, so I did, and then wrote about it in my journal, which was making me a bit worried that I'd killed her.
At one point we were trying to get my family back into the van, and my mom had this ultra-cool neon sign that reported how many people were NOT in our van. It'd count down from 10 to 0, and when it was at 0 that meant everyone was in and we could go. So me, Bethany, and Mom were in a large group of people and then finally saw the sign at 3, so we went and drove off in the van.
Next thing I know, I'm at youth group, chatting with a bunch of people, and PJ comes up and drops my prayer journal in my lap. I'm surprised and ask him where the heck he got it, and am told that it's now a requirement to be a youth leader that PJ read any prayer journals we've kept over the past year or so. He then proceeds to say very loudly in front of the entire youth group that I can't be a youth leader, my entries are too depressing and I obviously don't have the joy of the Lord. He also makes some comment like, "And like 3/4 of it are about... MUCHACHOS!" (Which is very not true of my real prayer journal. Heh. My journal entries are generally stuff about me spiritually or friends.)
He also protested to the fact that the first half of it *wasn't* a prayer journal 'cause I used a used notebook. Apparently I had like Betty Crocker recipes in the first half of it. He's flipping through the pages saying, "And, yeah, see, see, I didn't like all this Betty Crocker stuff!"
At one point we were trying to get my family back into the van, and my mom had this ultra-cool neon sign that reported how many people were NOT in our van. It'd count down from 10 to 0, and when it was at 0 that meant everyone was in and we could go. So me, Bethany, and Mom were in a large group of people and then finally saw the sign at 3, so we went and drove off in the van.
Next thing I know, I'm at youth group, chatting with a bunch of people, and PJ comes up and drops my prayer journal in my lap. I'm surprised and ask him where the heck he got it, and am told that it's now a requirement to be a youth leader that PJ read any prayer journals we've kept over the past year or so. He then proceeds to say very loudly in front of the entire youth group that I can't be a youth leader, my entries are too depressing and I obviously don't have the joy of the Lord. He also makes some comment like, "And like 3/4 of it are about... MUCHACHOS!" (Which is very not true of my real prayer journal. Heh. My journal entries are generally stuff about me spiritually or friends.)
He also protested to the fact that the first half of it *wasn't* a prayer journal 'cause I used a used notebook. Apparently I had like Betty Crocker recipes in the first half of it. He's flipping through the pages saying, "And, yeah, see, see, I didn't like all this Betty Crocker stuff!"
Labels: bethany, jayme, mom, nich, PJ
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