MFB/Racing

Night of: January 22
People Involved: my brother, Phil Allen, Kyle Hart

I was running, racing my brother. He started asking questions about Phil, and I started not caring about winning. While running, I said that Phil was majoring in Business/Marketing and Recording/Producing (not true). He also brought up my business and getting money from other countries. I thought about bringing up other ideas I have, but didn't.
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A friend wanted to make money, and help My Favorite Band (the band) out, so he offered to buy a whole case of MFB cds for $5 a piece and sell them for more. I thought it was a great deal for the band, but I felt sorry for him, 'cause I figured he wouldn't be able to sell them. Kyle was there, but I don't remember how he was involved. The friend was now making new cds for us, by compiling ten of our unreleased songs together. I was afraid he wouldn't know what he's doing and put a song on that we had already released... but he did fine. One of the songs was called "10 p.m."
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I was in a game, but don't know the object of it. I was in a Mustang and in line with about 10 others. All of a sudden we were driving and everyone was crashing into each other. I felt like I was the only one trying to keep the car in good shape.

In Retrospect: I find it interesting that often when I write these dreams down and type them up later, and I'm coming up with titles, it all seems to make sense to me. Right now, I feel like I'm racing against time with MFB (and I'm not talking about the band). I've started keeping a notebook and pen in my bed. It takes less motivation to write when I wake up in the middle of the "night."