Last night, I dreamt that my boss had asked me to take one of his clients — a teenage boy whom I had never met before — to the juvenile probation office, just to make sure that he actually showed up and his first meeting went okay with his probation officer. I agreed to do so but, when we arrived at the probation office, the place was packed with unruly children. I asked the woman at the front desk how long the wait was going to be and she said she didn’t know. I asked her why they weren’t doing anything to control the kids in the office and she got mad and stopped talking to me.
I sat down with the client and waited for him to be called. The client was perfectly polite and seemed like he had a good attitude about doing his community service and getting on with his life but the rest of the kids were so bratty that I was getting annoyed. One kid ran up to me and said, “What did you do?” I told him that I didn’t do anything and he laughed at me and went, “Yeah, right!”
More and more kids kept coming into the office and I started to notice that people who had come in after us were getting called back to talk to their probation officer. That’s when I realized that we had forgotten to sign in and that I had no idea where the sign-in sheet was. If I couldn’t find that sheet, we would miss our appointment and the client would be sent to juvenile hall! I started to search the office for the sheet but there were too many kids and they were way too loud for me to concentrate.
That’s when I woke up.
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