I Dreamt I Met Kanye — He Didn’t Even Like Me

The Dream

Step foot into a blueish, open floor area with several cramped side rooms. Nobody announced Mr. West is in the building or anything like that — it was just known, I knew what was happening. (That’s how dreams work, I think🤔)

“This is it” I thought.

I hover towards him (you know, cause this is a dream, and that’s what you do in dreams).

The Talk

As I sat down across from him, I smiled and said “Hi.”

Kanye, but orange

You suddenly realize the “relationship” is oddly uncomfortable, lopsided, and unnatural.

You can try to “woo” them all you want: bring them gifts, spend weeks drawing their face, rattle off every reason why you’re their biggest fan…

Bored, uneducated, homeless — em dashes are my specialty. I write what I see, think, and feel. That’s it.