Reflecting on the night

After a conversation with my friend David the Beloved (a nickname I’ll use for him), I ate some soup and went to bed.

That was not the end of the night, though.  I wonder if somebody slipped My Mikey a Mickey!  He sure was in the mood.  So much so that he wound up going three times!!!!!  It was definitely a fun (but tiring) night for an old fuddy duddy like myself.

Then I had some strange dream where a group of people that included Daddy kidnapped a guy.  I was in charge of talking to the guy, helping him not be so hostile about being kidnapped, because we weren’t going to hurt him, and we would return him when we were finished with him.  Exactly WHY we kidnapped him was unclear in the dream.

I should have known I’d dream about Daddy, but it surprised me nonetheless.  Mary Helen and I were in the dream, but Johnny wasn’t.  That happens sometimes, and I think I know why.

Johnny doesn’t really remember Daddy like we do.  Naturally, my mind would put the two of us who DO vividly recall our father into the dream.  As usual, I feel a little sadness after the dream.  He was so alive, and in life he is so dead.

Goddamnit.

Anyway.

My Mikey is still asleep.  Probably will be for another few hours, considering how late we were awake.  I couldn’t be positive about it, though.

Let us hope today is a good day.

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

Your Jack