Dreaming of Me

I’ve been invading the nocturnal fantasies of Woodrow Phoenix, cartoonist and creative mind of greatness (and designer of one of my favourite fonts):

“Last night I dreamt that we were living in the same house. And you had a new business. I can’t remember what it was engaged in, but I was, naturally, giving you a hand with your corporate identity. The logo was a blocky pixelart rendition of a dog’s head and the name was some kind of riff on Flintstones. Later on I went for a walk in the park and saw that you had taken over this large disused factory to sell paintings and original artwork created by comics artists and small pressers generally. Weirdly, Gosh! comics had also caught onto this idea and opened another shop directly in front of yours to compete with you. I went in there first, since it was in front of you [their plan was working!] and saw they were projecting work onto a wall so people could decide which drawings/paintings they wanted to buy. But the staff were very bad at advising people so I knew they would fail.”

I should add that when surfing into the slumber of Woods is was not my intention to cast negative aspersions onto the staff of Gosh! and for that I apologise.

If you’ve caught me manipulating your dreams do feel free to let me know.