Football Team

My father is a coach for an inner-city football/soccer team. Most of the kids seem to be from down and out families and are around age 12. For some reason or another I’m helping him out for a week and working with the kids. There isn’t really a field available to use, so all the practising is done on the city streets in a neighbourhood without a whole lot of traffic.

At some point I’m in an office that reminds me of an old ex-girlfriend’s father’s office. It has a big oak desk with a large month planner on it that is out of date. The difference between the real life office and the dream one is the colour: real life one is a dark green, the dream one is a bright white. I receive a phone call–it’s about one of the kids on the soccer/football team. He’s in some kind of trouble at school and this is the principal. Apparently he has been missing classes or something along those lines. I try my best to talk the principal into calming down, but he’s really pissed off and he wants him off the team to concentrate on school, otherwise he’ll have the kid expelled. I can’t remember much of the conversation/negotiation, but it ends badly. The kid is going to be expelled and I know that somehow I’m responsible for it.