Camp Wise

OK - I know the picture is cut off, but I can't figure out any other way to have it come up. Any ideas are welcome. Now, onto the dream....

I woke up at Camp Wise. We were all standing in a circle, getting ready for the day. It was the last Shabbat (Saturday) at camp and I was telling everyone how excited I was for being there on Shabbat, since, as a specialist, I had never, ever been there on a Saturday. That was always my day off. I was thinking back to when I was an SIT or CIT and even then I had Saturdays off, so I was very, very excited. Little One was there with me and I know that G was there too. I felt him, but I didn't see him.

I took the stroller and was pushing Little One down through the woods to the Lake. I didn't go through Noar, which would have been easier. I went through Chalutzim so I had the hardest part of the trail to maneuver with the stroller. As I was walking I was noticing that the forest looked different then before. It had all been burnt. There had been a fire there. But the fire only burnt the one side of everything. From the top towards the bottom, but it didn't come up the other way. (I don't know if it was north to south or what, but if you are walking down the path, the fire had been on the camp side and there was no burnt trees coming from the lake side - kind of like moss only grows on the north side or whatever.) I was so disturbed by the fact that there was a fire there.

I got to the lake and there was no beach. There was at least 3 feet of water instead. There was even a 3 like you'd see on a pool but it was on a tree. I was so nervous that I didn't have Little One prepared - no sun screen, no hat, and all he had on was a little onesie. No protection whatsoever. I swam in with Little One and went to see old friends. They were mostly talking to other people and dealing with their own lives. They paid little attention to me. The person who ran the lake was in her office and she was complaining about how high the water was.

As I was getting ready to leave the lake I put Little One in the Bjorn and didn't even think about the stroller. I passed some really old people who were on their way down to the lake. They were talking about either really, really important issues or really, really unimportant issues, and I can't remember which one.

Then I cut to a scene where there were a ton of kids and they were all making plaster imprints on a huge sheet of wood. One of the teachers said he was going to show them how to decorate stone. After everyone made their imprint, plaster was rushed across like water over everything. One mom was helping her child do what he had to do. Most everything was completely covered in plaster but there were four girls whose design stood out. They had intricately connected their legs and in the middle of it had a website address. I remember thinking what a great keepsake that was going to be.

And then I woke up.

OK - I don't even know if I want to begin analyzing this one. I know in the dream there were also people in robes - like they were graduating, but I can't quite put my finger on what was going on. Does this have to do with G starting Kindergarten next year? Does it have to do like I feel like I am in over my head on something, hence the 3 feet of water? Does it have to do with change - my camp being changed with the fire or does that have to do with the thought that, after my years there, someone had died at the camp and there's some anxiety about this? It makes me wonder.