Various Places, Had the Kids

For context, I work as a behavioral therapist for kids with autism. The kids were nearby and the clinic was still running. There was something about Jersey rebranding and how we could get them cheaper if we bought them in bulk for the team, so we planned on buying them. Throughout all of this ordering fiasco we’re taking care of the kids back and forth and trying to help them break down difficult words that are the team names, e.g. “hors d’oeuvres” and all of the kids keep saying horse divorce. And I’m trying to shape and approximate the most difficult word ever so they can say it. Bluey BB was there and she was PISSED about how many times I had her try to say it. Little sister was there saying “horse.” So I’m trying to sew on these patches or recreate them to make the jerseys better while trying to watch the kids. There was also one shift in the dream where I was re-watching an old memory of mine. This memory was real. It was the time that I accidentally interrupted Dr. Dini and that girl during office hours and he made me apologize to both of them. Then it shifted to that moment during class the following semester I called myself stupid and he was like, “You’re not stupid.” Not sure why I thought of that.