I had a dream one night. Like most of my dreams, it was a little strange. It took place a few years ago while I was in college at NYIT. My dream included my typography professor, who was a strict but very knowledgeable and talented typographer. In the dream, he basically bashed my work (as he did to students daily) and told me that the only school I could go to was the school of Cracked in the Cranium. He then said that in a few years I would improve as a designer and be able to attend a better design school, which had made me extremely excited for some strange reason. › Continue reading