Had a vivid dream last night. I was very happy to be working as a job site supervisor. For awhile I was working with a kindergarten teacher who was using an obsolete computer program. After talking for awhile over coffee (mine had a half inch of sand at the bottom of the cup) I agreed to work on a solution during my free time so the authorities would not see that the teacher was being helped.

The next scene had me out in a parking lot. Large trucks, medium sized trucks, small trucks, cars, carts, wheel barrows, and people holding boxes were lined up, waiting to be processed.

They all had collections of excuses, complaints and requests for deferrals. Some were on colored paper. Written notes, typed notes, and old newspaper articles were all spread out over large tables. Once in a while the processers would glance up at the supervisor (me) and give a knowing glance as they filed the complaints. We would roll our eyes knowingly as the more experienced processors quickly filed the statements on similar stacks.