I’m really proud of my new t-shirt that has a picture on it. (In my dream I couldn’t see the picture, but for the purposes of this discussion just assume it was a picture of some wolves howling at the moon.) I email a copy of the picture to Friedman so he can appreciate how awesome my new t-shirt is.
He decides he likes the picture as well and wants it put on a t-shirt of his own. He sends it off to have a t-shirt printed. When he gets the shirt back they have not simply printed the picture on it, but rather have printed the entire email on the shirt.
A representative from the t-shirt company shows up to give him a demo of his new shirt. While he’s wearing it she points out some of its key features, including the email text and then the picture he asked to be printed on it, which unfortunately was cut off at the bottom of the shirt.
(In response to hearing this dream, Friedman says “your dream was basically the whole premise of Cakewrecks.”)
