(Easter Sunday 2017)
Most of this dream is gone. It is about work projects and work relationships. What I do remember, and find amusing, is a call I make to my coworker Michael Morris in Portland. As soon as he picks up the phone, the project details I am supposed to share with him evaporate from my mind. I am embarrassed by my aging brain, but confess to him what has happened. Suddenly a kind of limerick appears in my mind’s eye that clearly communicates a secret about our current business culture. This pleases me. I can communicate truth in a way which keeps us both safe from corporate revenge.
Day notes:
The Irish are credited with forming language styles to confuse their British overlords, in order to communicate important information to each other.
That aging brain has a few tricks up its sleeve….