after months and months and months of not remembering my dreams, the first dream i remember is work-related and completely dumb. but there you go, that's what it's like being a neurotic workaholic.
months (MONTHS!) ago i did a cute little animated postcard, which was nixed by the senior directors of my company for being too provocative. in my dream, one of the senior directors find a very very similar postcard online, and comes to tell me about how some idiot organization out there is using the concept that we so cleverly avoided. it turns out the idiot organization is just another branch of our ngo, and that the postcard is very successful. i smile to myself and feel a warm glow of satisfaction.
dumb, dumb, dumb.