Dream of: 01 July 2007 "Inevitable Verdict"

I was on my way to Houston to represent three clients on Motions to Lift Stay in bankruptcy court. I was riding with the attorney (a slightly husky man about 40 years old) who was representing the banks against my clients. We were good-naturedly chiding each other. I called him a "fiend" for representing the "avaricious banks." He in turn chided me about representing "dead-beat debtors."

We reached the court house and walked in. I began looking at the pleadings. This was the first time I had looked at some of the pleadings and I was surprised to see that in the course of time, one debtor had had 43 Motions to Lift Stay filed against him. In the second case the debtor had had 58 Motions to Lift Stay filed against him. The third debtor had had only a few Motions to Lift Stay filed against him. I had never heard of so many Motions to Lift Stay. I had to sympathize somewhat with my opposing attorney: obviously these debtors were simply using the court. When the attorney and I walked into the court room, I told him this was the first time I had become aware of all the Motions to Lift Stay.

I had never been in the Houston bankruptcy court before in front of this judge. I stepped up to a podium and the judge walked in. Unfortunately a piece of white cardboard blocked my view of him. I didn't remove the cardboard however, because I didn't want to stand out.

In this case, the debtor (a thin black-haired man about 40 years old) was seated to my right. The attorney sat down next to the judge in the witness chair. The attorney then began questioning my debtor. I remained standing behind the piece of cardboard. When the attorney finally asked the debtor a question about something the debtor had once said, I lowered the piece of cardboard and I said, "I object."

The attorney looked as if he couldn't believe I was objecting. The judge made a little statement, then said I was "overruled." The debtor looked surprised that I had spoken. He seemed happy to finally realize I was on his side.

I took down the cardboard completely. Now I realized five judges were actually sitting in in a row front of me. They almost looked as if they were seated in a bunker with only the top part of their bodies sticking up. They were sitting in a bowed row so the middle judge was sitting out farthest. One after another the judges asked questions of the debtor. I didn't say anything. I didn't understand half the questions and I didn't understand what the debtor was saying. I felt silly, as if I should know something or do something, but I didn't know what to say or do. The judges didn't seem to mind that I wasn't saying anything. They just went on about their business. Obviously they were very unhappy with the debtor and the debtor was obviously going to lose this case. There wasn't much I could do and I didn't much care. I couldn't understand how a debtor could have been allowed to come to court so many times anyway. The hearing proceeded toward the inevitable verdict.

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