My mother and I approached my son's preschool on foot, bypassing a line of cars waiting in the drop off car line. My son was not physically in this dream, but it was understood that he was a young child. (This has been a frequent theme as of late; my son being the age of a young child.) When my mother and I got to the door of the school, it was more like a window opening, the kind you see at an ice cream shop where you walk up and order and the transaction is done through the window. A receptionist greeted us and I told her we were here to pay the tuition. (Could be a subconscious reminder to pay my daughter's rent, which I have been putting off). Laurie S. (the head of school when my son was in preschool) stood in the background, behind the receptionist. The receptionist said the tuition owed was $95K. My mother began to write a check for that amount. I stopped her, saying that I was not letting her pay. My mother looked very confused and tired and sickly, like she was not in a good frame of mind, and she said was annoyed that I was stopping her from paying. (Could be the memory of the last time we went to lunch and mom got angry when I tried to pay the bill.) I said something like, "if you want to give away $95K so badly, don't give it to this school. Give it to me!" There were puppies inside the school, behind the receptionist, three or four of them barking and running around like puppies do.
