8:20am – The Nightmare I just woke up from

PROVE IT, HERMY……

Well, I just had one that beat the band!  In it, there was a really serious disease that was written out XYZ, but it was said something like "Zye".  I had not known what it was, but My Mikey, and apparently every other gay man alive, knew what it was and couldn’t believe I didn’t.  In this dream, My Mikey had a really gorgeous friend come over to our house to give me a fake registration and inspection sticker for our Ford.  Well, the friend put DXHYKZ, and My Mikey, when he saw the letters, started laughing at me and saying, "Ewww!  You have Zye!!!!"

Apparently, because of my stupidity in not knowing what the fuck Zye WAS, My Mikey decided that he didn’t like me as much as he liked his gorgeous friend.  So I went somewhere else.  The facts were presented to me – that I did NOT have ‘Zye – so I went back home.  My Mikey said I couldn’t touch him or his friend, because of the goddamned letters on my registration sticker.  I explained to him that I didn’t have Zye, but he was adamant.  I screamed at him and that fucking friend that I would go to my bedroom, and to hell with them, if I never saw them again, it was fine with me.  At that point, in real life, I threw the covers violently off myself – on top of My Mikey – and forcefully sat up on the edge of the bed, waking My Mikey, as well.

He asked me what was wrong.  I immediately realized it had all been a dream, so I told him nothing, but I was shaking with rage.

I must be the stupidest person alive.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack