Breathing my Mind into Your Face

I had this vivid dream just now. I lived next to Jay Z and Beyonce. I was on the deck about to spark up a joint but then I saw Blue Ivy standing on her balcony looking at me with disappointment in her eyes. However, in the next frame of the dream I was convincing Jay that it was legal in Cali, not harmful and actually helped with horniness and bowel regularity. So he sparked it up with me and we got to talking. Before you know it I’m his personal assistant and manager basically organizing his life. I start writing lyrics for him and give them to him. I don’t ask for a song writing credit. I use it as the basis of a power point proposal to show my value in order to justify a raise. I don’t seek fame and glory, I only want to make him the best Jay-Z possible. And he trusts me and we live happily ever after.