I woke up this morning to a dream. Laura and I were at some camp for marriage counseling. There were many of our old friends there too. Even Shirley was there, and Ed is since dead. Very odd. I also saw Kristy and some of the guys from karate. In fact, the men were separated from the women, who had gone shopping, and were going through lots of karate drills. Each had the effect of breaking the man – many were on the floor crying for their wounds were great. I was grappling with some dude and just started crying and crying. I felt that Laura had no repentance in her heart and was making no progress towards healing. This dream left me sad.
