On Tuesday night I had a very vivid dream. I remembered the premise of the dream after I woke up, along with a few details. This is rare for me, so I knew it must be an important dream. In my dream, the rapper Lil Pump died. He did not die of a drug overdose, a murder, or anything so sudden. He died of cancer over a period of several months. Everyone was overcome with sadness. People all over the world came together to support him and his family, whether they had been fans of his music or not. When I woke up, I had to google him to make sure his Wikipedia page was still in the present tense. I exhaled deeply in relief when the search results said he had been arrested for driving without a license and not that he had died tragically. As the day went on, I took a step back to consider why this had been so important to me. I had never cared or even thought much about Lil Pump before. Besides that, I thought his music was terrible. I came to two realizations about what my dream meant