  Y'all, last night I had a dream that i was one of those poets in the little cafes where the people snap their fingers.... the weirdest part is that i REMEMBER THE POEM almost perfectly that i was stating in my dream.&nbsp; Weird.&nbsp;So here is the deep poem that I made up in my dream.... haha... im such an artsy dreamer.
What it means? I do not know. If you are one of those dream analysists, please fill me in on why the hell i dreamt this! In other news, .... ok there is no other news. &nbsp; the lights were low, they had no glow dimming and flickering there was nothing to show &nbsp; sleep deprived with open eyes my life became a fairy tale disguised by the blur &nbsp; i could not see hope is there for life was present but was not clear &nbsp; gellin' like a fellin' HOLLA 
