So this is probably the weirdest dream I’ve ever had. I was just knocked out on a regular Tuesday night—didn’t even eat anything crazy before bed or whatever—and next thing I know, I’m standing on this huge glass platform floating in the sky.
Like, imagine a concert stage but in the clouds. Lights are flashing underneath, and there’s this beat playing—deep bass, kinda futuristic, kinda soulful. I look around, and out of nowhere, Kanye West walks up in this all-black outfit, Yeezys and everything, wearing these tiny sunglasses like it’s 2013 again.
Me: “Yo… are you—wait, am I dreaming?”
Kanye: (smirks) “Nah, you’re awake in your own head. Welcome to the studio of the soul.”
I know. What does that even mean?
But he just keeps walking, and I follow him. We’re suddenly in this trippy hallway where every door we pass is playing one of his old songs. One door’s blasting “Flashing Lights,” another one’s got “Runaway,” and at the end, there’s this door glowing gold.
He opens it, and we step into a room full of floating notebooks, pianos with no legs, and speakers taller than a house. He sits down at this keyboard made of light or something and starts playing this slow, kinda sad melody.
Kanye: “Every artist got a storm inside. You’re here ’cause yours is rumbling. Let’s hear it.”
Me: “Dude, I’m just in high school. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Kanye: (laughs) “Exactly. That’s where the rawest stuff comes from.”
Then he hands me a mic.
No beat, no autotune. Just me. I didn’t even know what to say at first, but something about being there—with Kanye-made—made me just go. I rapped a few messy bars about pressure, school, people not listening, and wanting to be something more. He nodded like he actually felt it.
Kanye: “See? That’s it. That’s the truth. Most grown folks can’t even say that out loud.”
Then everything kinda started glitching—like reality couldn’t hold it all together. The sky cracked, the beat slowed down, and he looked at me one last time.
Kanye: “Wake up, but don’t forget the fire. Turn it into something.”
I woke up at like 4:17 AM, heart pounding. No idea what any of it meant… but I opened my Notes app and wrote down everything before it faded.
And yeah—I’ve been writing ever since.