One night I dreamt I was hired to write for a hiphop artist, and moved into his home to work for a few months. His mother, who lived with and took care of him, and I hit it off right away and spent a lot of time cooking together. The young man was very nice, and seemed sincere about having me write his songs for him. I spent the entire dream working hard but feeling immensely puzzled, as if I should explain that I've only written one song and as a novelist was probably not the best choice to help him.
Can't remember a word of any of the songs I wrote, but there were a bunch, and he was really happy with them. I woke up with a sense of great contentment -- and still a little puzzled.
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