I had a dream that I met Jay-Z at a beach party of some sort, where for some reason he stuck with me and spoke about his life, while concurrently rapping some of his lyrics to songs that I knew most of the lyrics too, but not all.  Either in this dream my mind actually recalled all the lyrics or some case of Astral Planing took place.

Either way I introduced him to Michael Antonio Doe, Westley Doe, Alexander Alwayssketchy Doe, Nikki Kiddo Doe, and Amber Doe somewhere on a beach, where Mike asked him insightful questions about his music. Jay-Z seemed rather appreciative.  After which I introduced him to Tamesha Doe-Robinson back at a luxury suite cabin, who just sort of nodded and gave him an awkward hug. 

The CEO then traveled to where he was to perform a show.  I told him that I didn’t want to harass him with music, but given the opportunity, I’d still want to give him the chance.  He laughed (“ta!”) and reminded me who i was talking to, and not to take him lightly.  However, he gave me his email address.

After this we somehow ended up on MARTA, where when I turned to find him, he’d disappeared in the crowd, and no one seemed to notice where he’d gone. 

I woke up.