Why The Hell Is He Called Mr. Sandman?

       Alright, guys. The time has come. Last night as I was peacefully sleeping, I had one of my crazy vivid dreams.
Basically, I dreamed that Michael Jackson was not really dead. But, once this was discovered, the media, of course, framed him for what seemed to be some sort of political black mail...or maybe murder. Or just being a public menace. Anyway, to get away from this, Michael Jackson got together with his lady friend and they went to a jacuzzi. Even so, they were pursued by some kind of agents or possibly mafiosi.  That's where that segment ends. I don't get it either, don't ask me.

       But, somehow this links to another part of the dream, which is me and a future lover of mine had a baby. This part of the dream made me feel like how families probably feel when a newborn enters their life. I remember I remarked in the dream, "He looks more beautiful than both of us," or something like that. Nothing really interesting here, just thought I'd log the dream. Sorry if I wasted your time. Look forward to superior entries in the future, please. Thanks.

(Adam Michael)