My dream last night. Two nights have been vivid dreams but not as tumultuous. I was in this huge almost theme park, but it was inside. There were some swings that were really high off the ground and I was on a ramp at the top. I noticed they didn't have very good safety belts. There was a small child who was trying to get into one of them so I thought I'd help him. He got scared and sat on the ledge and I put my arms around him and told him he didn't have to go if he didn't want to. He clung to me so I picked him up and carried him away. I don't remember the rest now.

The rest of the weekend was a low-grade depression--not as bad as Monday or Tuesday but the same stuff. I forced myself to Zenon Dance Sat morning and I felt like a bag of cement the whole time. I had a hard time concentrating, I felt a little tense and then tired, my stomach would feel strange, or I had a headache. And I just couldn't decide or care what to do. Saturday I luckily had things scheduled throughout the day, but today was harder. And today I cried on the way to church, during church, and after church. I forced myself to eat all weekend.

Boy, the fruits have gone to hell. Reading Jimmy's "Caring Enough Not to Forgive," there is a question about Matt 6:12-15:
"Does this mean receiving and giving are the same thing, for forgiveness is one emotion of choosing faithfulness?" I need to think about that one.