Dreams, Driscoll, and the zoo

I dream every night. Vividly. And I almost always remember them. Last night I had a dream that I was back in the church in my home town in Iowa and Mark Driscoll was speaking. The church was packed full (I didn't recognize anyone, I might add), and then the crowd started to be really rude and disrespectful, they were even doing the wave while Driscoll was speaking. I was looking around trying to find some leader to do something because it was getting out of control, and I could find no one. So I jump up and run to the front and start yelling at everyone to sit down and show some respect (so unlike me, I know), and all of the sudden Mark Driscoll is standing behind me yelling as well. We can't get the crown to listen, so I walk out and Driscoll follows me and then I drive him to the airport (we were suddenly transported to the twin cities and I was driving my mom's car). So what does it mean?!?!? I'll let you all psychoanalyze me. And if you don't know who Mark Driscoll is, google him, ask Andy, or Nathan Walker, or Kerby Skurat. They are all a little obsessed.

So after my night of vivid dreams (there was another one after the Driscoll dream that included scuba diving, for another time), the kids and I went to the zoo with our friends Jenifer and Connor Westberg, who have been visiting the past few days. We had a blast, it was the first time at the zoo for my kids. We saw lions, a tiger, monkeys, seals, a zebra, a giraffe, and much more. We even walked through a butterfly exhibit where there were hundred of butterflies flying around and could land on you. It was very cool. Thanks for the fun visit Westbergs!

Feeding the seals
The monkeys outside the monkey house