Another Funny Dream

I was going into a room to make some copies, but had to wait for a couple young men to finish, first. I could tell they were using a fake access card to make their copies. I said something that made a reference to fake access cards without actually accusing them of having a fake access card. One of the boys felt convicted in his heart, and wrote his name on a piece of paper and showed it to me. I made him look me in the eyes, and then I told him that it was ok, and that I loved him, and then I let him go.