A small band of miniature white belts, encouraged by some slightly older purple belts, armed with long foam noodles, invaded the Sabonim’s office and laid waste to everything in sight. The space and the children were all out of proportion, so they could reach the breakables and files and electronics.
The parents watched as if to say “Isn’t that cute”.
Arriving too late, I surveyed the disaster with horror. Shouted stop. Removed the weaponry. Lectured on how a martial artist behaves.
Sabonim arrived, looking stern, as if to say “How could you let this happen?” Children made to apologize. Crying. Parents then complaining I was too harsh. Morphed into a group treatise on all my personal failings.
It was then I awoke.
Perhaps I need to take a day off.