YOU CAN SHOOT ME STRAIGHT...STRAIGHT TO THE HEART BECAUSE YOU ALREADY HAVE IT

I don't dream.

People will say "oh yes you do" and perhaps, perhaps that's true.

Perhaps it's just that I don't recall my dreams.

All I know is that I have a fondness for opening the sunroof of my car when it's really cold out and feeling that little tiny blast of cold...being able to stick my little fingers out of the top and feel the sharp contrast next to my warm body, heated by the air in the car. The balance, the contrast of the two temperatures, reminding me that there is something distinct on the other side.

And last night I dreamt that I was doing just that.

And Michael was next to me.

I don't know what that means.

But I'm sure it means something special to a person who doesn't dream.