I dreamt about Wizkid. It was one heck of a dream. First of all, I should say that lately, I have been dreaming every single time I sleep. No, not about Wizkid. I only dreamt about Wizkid once. So about the dream: there I was, looking through several goody-type bags filled with notebooks, pencils, pens, and crayons. It was when I saw the crayons that I freaked out. STOP. Hold that thought. Let me give you a little background information.