The continued MJ dream (it is about MJ, so no reporting, please and thank you.)

Ok, so the dream did continue. I met Michael in front of the theater the seguinte day, like he told me to. I was anxious about the surprise he had in store for me. I saw a limo drive up and he rolled down the window and looked at me. "Hey, you need a ride somewhere? Haha." I giggled and he was motioning for me to get in. He opened the door and I got in and sat seguinte to him. "Where's the surprise? Or is this it?" I asked him. "The surprise is at my house." I was shocked. I got to go to his house. He told me his kids were with his mother so they'd have a bit of privacy. He messed around with the fedora I was wearing and he put it on and I giggled. "It feels like mine. I haven't worn my fedora in quite some time." He said. Anyway, when we got to his house, we went inside and went into his private rehearsal room where he practiced dancing and coming up with new moves. I was in a dress and he was in his tuxedo (and looking very sexy, might I add and this is the This Is It era Michael). He turned on some música and 'You Are Not Alone' started playing. My eyes were filled with tears. He held out his hand to me. "Would you like to dance?" I nodded and took his hand. His hand was so soft for someone who is really skinny. He started cantar along with the song and I put the side of my head on his chest, him holding me closer. We looked at each other when the chorus started and he spun me out and into him, my back to his chest. My eyes closed and we continued dancing. It was really romantic and then the song stopped. He told me how Blanket was looking to have a mother since he and his brother and sister have no mother now after he had divorced Debbie. "Awe, poor Blanket. Looking for a mother is rather hard." Then I saw Michael kneeling down and getting something out of his pocket. "Michael?" He looked up at me. "We may not have known each other long, but I feel as if I do know you. You are a sweet, kind, generous, sexy, cute girl. I can tell you amor kids, too. Paris and Blanket have