dream fragment

My boss, giving a presentation, which for some reason involves rotting tomatoes.

An ex-grilf, probably the one I care most about still, with me, trailing along into the presentation room in that carelessly close way that attached people do.

Dropping notes related to the presentation - I'm either supposed to be a plant in the audience, or a co-presenter - and trying to get them back in order. For some reason they're printed on credit-card receipts.

I have no interpretation for any of this.