Urgh, my colleague, Bill is so resentful that I've been promoted above him, so I get to do this morning's campaign pitch to the trucking company. I wish he'd not heard me on the phone, talking about the terrible dream I had about accidentally stripping myself when I heard the song Rule Britannia. I just know he'll use it against me somehow! And sure enough, once the room's full of executives from the trucking company, he begins to whistle the tune. And for some awful reason, I can't stop my hands from beginning to explore my clothes, intent on stripping them from my body. In front of EVERYONE! And I can't stop them!