A few nights ago, I dreamt I was at Oakley HQ, and when I went in, they started having me fill out tons of paperwork just to be there. I looked around, and saw tons of irrelevant machinery. I spent quite a while there and then realized, I never called Phil (guy from the Oakley Review site), or even found out his number.

I ran out and FP (guy who's hooking us up with Oakley in CA) called me on his cell to tell me 'bro, I'm playing a video game.' I looked over and he was standing a few feet away, but I couldn't make out his face. Then he ran away. I went back to my hotel to see if Phil showed up anyway, and a TV turned on and started playing something. Instead of simply coming down the stairs, he made a video presentation to announce his arrival.

He did come downstairs, and I said 'Boy, he sure knows how to make an entrance.' but it wasn't him, just another guy with a beard. Then after that guy, Phil showed up, but the presentation wasn't over, it kept going with stop frame animation of his collection on a bed, animating back into their cases. I thought we could have gone hours ago if the time wasn't spent on this project.