I had a bizarre dream last night. I was in a cabin somewhere in rural Virginia with a few friends and a few famous rappers. At some point, I was playing a game with a few of them that resembled twister, except instead of colored dots, the mat was covered with the enlarged images of playing cards. The rules of the game are a bit hazy now, but they revolved around us taking turns hitting each other in the groin. As we fell to the ground, we used the cards our bodies covered to create a best possible hand in poker. For betting, we didn't use poker but various exercises and calisthenics. T.I. and I became quick rivals and my last memory before my alarm clock was kneeing him in the balls. Then as he writhed on the board, cursing me for his shitty hand, having just raised me 200 push-ups.

What could this mean?