dream that I have a new job which entails singing one note while riding by people on a motorcycle. They pay me to try to match my pitch as I pass. I tell M. I'm going to make a lot of money this way and ask if he wants to join the company. He tells me I am being unrealistic, that nobody is going to pay me for this. I tell him he really will regret not joining, but he digs in his heels. Sure enough, I start raking in the dough as he watches me ride by singing my one perfect pure note.