Thread: Going for consultation, but cannot enter because of arguing cashier

The dream
It’s a fine day and I’m in a good mood, but for some reason I’m heading for a juvenile diagnostic center for psychological consultation. It’s like going to ordinary clinic, it’s not a big thing, and the dream never discloses why I go there. I consider the fact that I am so young, that I still can use free consultation.
The psychologist is a middle-aged woman and she says that she wants me to meet another advisor in one month, and if the problem persists, we shall start the consultation after that.
Later I’m back for my revisit. The sun is shining, the buildings are white, and I feel very well, although there is a vague dark streak in my mind. I meet Rachel (old friend) outside. She’s with her boyfriend (not from real life), who is quite young. They are here in other business. There are several buildings around here for different purposes. It’s lovely for us to see each other, we have a nice chat.
Sometime earlier I was thinking about having a party, but cancelled it for whatever reason. Somehow the party is brought up during our conversation and Rachel shows that she is disappointed that it was cancelled. I’m surprised, because I didn’t know she cared.
It’s time to go on and I say goodbye, smiling and waving. The boyfriend looks to the side so I can’t see him in the eyes, but that doesn’t bother me. What does bother me, though, is that Rachel purposely avoids my gaze; as if showing how disappointed she is with my decision to cancel the party. Her eyes are almost unnaturally blue in this particular scene.
At the reception there is a little white machine for queue numbers. I don’t take the first number, but the third, and put the other two on the machine for others to take. The reason for this is that I need to pee, and if I take the first I will miss my turn, but if I take the third, I will be back in perfect time for my turn.
I go to the public house next door or so to look for a toilette. I find one and relieve myself and go back out to get back to the reception. Once again I meet Rachel and her boyfriend, and once again there are smiles and so forth. We walk together for a little bit. Rachel and I have had an extensive mail correspondence about Russian literature (not so IRL) and we mention it now, and she appreciates my mails even though they are very long and ambitious. Then she says she really would like this party, so we can slow dance. I smile and put my arm around her and squeezes a little bit. We used to slow dance occationally when we were young. I think that I may have to fix this party after all.
Then I’m back at the reception. Now there are two counters there for the restaurant close by. They have streamlined it such, that you both order food here if you’re going to eat at the restaurant, and you make your appointments there for the clinic.
But I’m late, the time is 11:55, my appointment was 11:45. I hope I can see my advisor anyway. There are one man behind each counter. I approach the one to the right and tell him I had an appointment at 11:45. I have my queue number in my hand. I do not perceive him as very service minded, but he pushes the buttons on the registrer: “11:37”, and this seems to be a way to turn back time, so that was good. But then he takes me a little bit to the side because this will take some time, and slightly annoyed he starts telling me that he cannot keep order of every person and every appointment and so on, and I try to solve this situation but he just goes on and on and I wake up, a little frustrated that there was no solution to the dream.

Some remarks regarding the content
In real life I’m well too old to go to a juvenile diagnostics center; I have never had psychiatric consultation and presumably has no need for it either. I look quite young and feel quite young in real life, something I’ve been thinking about lately, for no particular reason.
The psychologist actually reminds me of two different women, who in turn are associated with “doing something your shouldn’t”, because of experiences during my childhood. However this is not emotional and I like the woman in the dream. (There are no big emotions in the dream.)
Rachel is not her real name; but anyways is a girl I was in love with when we were teenagers, but we were never in a relationship. Of course it was a long time ago I had such feelings for her, but we are fond of each other though we almost never meet. I sometimes dream about her, but when I do I don’t interpret her as the real-life Rachel, because that doesn’t make sense since she is not a current person in my life so to speak, but rather like an “inner woman”, who appears in my dreams from time to time.
Sometimes we were slow dancing when we were teenagers, which we also used to joke about because it was a little bit silly, we were a bit ironic about it; but of course I enjoyed it.
In real life I have not planned to have a party. In the dream, the party would be for the friends I new at the time (as a teenager).
Rachel has blue eyes, but in the dream, when she avoided my gaze, her eyes were a little bit strange. In real life she wouldn’t behave this “touchy” in such a situation, so I’m quite surprised in the dream.
Long time ago me and Rachel had an mail conversation, but not about any intellectual matters, but rather personal. At the time, ironically, she fancied me, but I had already met my wife.
The boyfriend actually reminds me of myself as a teenager. In the dream I have no contact with him, which actually makes sense if he is sort of me.
I would never in real life “cheat” in a queue, as in the dream take the third number, because I think it is important to respect queues and such.

General remarks
One thing that strikes me in this dream, is the many references to a particular time in my life, say about eighteen years old. In the dream I consider myself to be very young, I met Rachel as a teenager, the party would be for friends from or at that time, slow dancing is something we did at the time, the boyfriend looked a little bit like me as a teenager. But at the same time, in the dream, it wasn’t a historical setting, but present time.

The day before the dream I was having an intellectual argument, and I felt that I was getting emotional and thought I should keep my mouth shut, but I didn’t, and felt a little dumb afterwards, because I simply acted childish. It was a situation that triggered an inferiority complex and I thought that when that emotion arises I need take a step back and be humble instead of the opposite, especially when I really don’t have the knowledge to argue about whatever it is.

Where I'm stumped is in particular the ending, it feels I have no clue what that means. Please don't hesitate to throw out some thoughts, thanks for reading.