7/7/09

Boy Man Love

Tacha Reed
Saturday night I dreamt I was Michael Jackson's personal assistant and best friend.

Michael surprised us with a visit during Sunday dinner at my Dad and Julie's - it was very urgent - he had just died and he needed to check in with me and see how the earth was going to receive it.

I ran and grabbed my schedules and a giant collage of photos put into a time-line. I told him not to worry, and pointed out a series of pictures of him smiling and interacting with people - everything was going to be A-OK!

Michael gave me a giant hug and filled me full with his love, then just as swiftly as he arrived he flu out the door into a limo and took off to his funeral.

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