August Dream Journal

August 1st - Was on our boat, passing the entrance to the canal. Watched an enormous cargo ship pitch and dive through enormous waves.

August 4th - Ben F. got swine flu while at camp. I went to the hospital to visit, and it was decided that i should sleep at the hospital instead of camp.

August 15th - Kyle K. started washing dishes in a bin outside of camp's dining hall\
- There were 2 rows of 5 single person tents. Vicki, myself, Cordy, Jesse, and other crossroads staff played a game to decide got which tent.

A No Pants, Pick Your Own Adventure, Adventure!

Start. Left. Left. Onto the tractor. Off of the tractor. Backwards straight. Forwards left. Veer down path. Leap over yellow rope. Backwards straight onto dock. Backwards left. Forwards right. Backwards massage chain right. Forward leap off of dock. Roll under yellow rope. Left. Limbo under volleyball nets. Right. Ninja vanish. Ninja return. Around the ark. Through the train. Veer right. Into dining hall. Down stairs. Detour to mailboxes. Navigate through catacombs. Left out back door. Left. Onto George's truck. Off George's truck. Grapevine straight. Side skip over benches. Straight. Right. Failure to open garage. Set off motion sensing light. Onto school bus roof. Krista and Josh debate jumping off of bus. Krista jumps off of bus. Krista on ground clutching ankle. Josh safely off bus. Krista up. Everyone else safely off bus. Back to dining hall. End

In the Forest

It is not okay. None of it is okay. An intervention is in order, but I'm not sure it should be coming from me. It's like an addiction, and I promise I've been there. This is not healthy or beneficial in anyway. I wish I could say that it is. In the end, all you've done is wasted your time . I've done it on countless occasions. I hope we'll both be wiser when next time rolls around. It's depressing and pessimistic, and real. This is not the right time. I hate to tell you to do more waiting. I know it's all we ever do. Please don't forget to live in the meantime. Don't fall into bitterness or self pity. Remember that harsh, moody writing isn't for everyone. I wish I could make this easier for you, for both of us. But we'll just continue to hack our way through the forest of unknowns. And in this magical forest there are sometimes when the shadows confuse you. There are times you get lost and walk hopelessly in circles. Sometimes you follow a previously marked path that leads to a disastrous dead end. But keep looking for that clearing somewhere in the middle of the forest where the trees are less dense, and the sun's hope can reach you. It's a journey we each have to make on our own. Best of luck.