Trip to Africa

I think we were living in an old school or church. My bed was in a gym and there was definitely a locker room. The kids friends were there and they were enjoying the room to run. We said goodbye to them and left with our friends Susan and Marc to go to Africa. I think someplace that starts with an "M". In Africa, we arrived late and were trying to find a place to sleep. The woman who was our guide was sleeping with her child under a blanket of banana leaves and branches. She invited us into her hut and Jon said that was good because there were snakes out here. I didn't see any snakes. Everyone went inside but I stayed outside doing something that seemed important. I eventually went inside. When we got up the next morning it was time to do a service. We had to walk quite a distance, at least I did, I think everyone else rode in a jeep but there wasn't enough room for me. OH yeah...I had to go back and change clothes because I was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.....in Africa...I changed shirts but not pants because all I brought was the jeans and the two tops. We discussed how interesting it was going to be for me to lead worship with out any instruments. I guess our time there was fine, the next part of the dream we are going to back into America, but it costs money somehow and Susan is handing it out as needed. The woman at the desk asks Marc for his passport and he hands it over and it's then I realize that I never got my passport. there was a woman with us named Jenny. She had dark, long, curly hair. She stepped up to the desk and said she didn't have her passport. The lady behind the desk wasn't happy, but she asked her if she had a facebook space. Jenny did and the woman looked it up. She checked her profile picture and compared it to her and let her over the line into America. I knew it was my turn and I said I didn't' have mine either. The woman said it would be $30 to look up my facebook account. Susan paid her but they could not find it, so they said it was too bad I couldn't come in. I said I wouldn't move until they let me in. The woman reached over and grabbed a tissue and dropped a couple of pennies into a container next to them. I asked her if she had to pay for the tissue and she rolled her eyes and said yes. Her boss came over and asked what the problem was and she explained about my passport. Some how they were working it out when Marc grabbed a tissue from the American side, and the boss said "That will be 12 cents please." Eventually I got to go into America but everyone else had moved on and I had to fine them. I came across my friend Krista who started yelling at me and telling me how rude and horrible I was. I just stood there and listened and tried not to provoke her anymore even thought I wasn't sure what I had done. I walked around and waited at an elevator to try and find everyone, but Krista found me again and started telling me off. I finally found everyone. They were in a atrium or greenhouse eating lunch. I sat down and told them about Krista. They didn't know what was up either. We went home and we were walking down Flamingo street and we came to our house that was Flamingo pink.