(Feels good being back on the internet on the computer again :D) I had this dream last night and it made me smile.

Ok, in the dream, I was in a trailer with my little sister, Lily. (Note: I don't actually have a little sister. I adopted her and she's 7) Anyway, Michael came over and spent the week with us. My mother was in the small kitchen, but didn't mind that Michael was with us. When Christmas came around, Michael, my mom, Lily, and I went into the small living room we had and sat around the tree, opening our presents. We started hearing music and started dancing. I was helping Lily dance and once she got used to dancing, Michael broke us apart and started dancing with me. He was spinning me around and right into him. We looked up and he was smiling. I was smiling, too. Hanging from the roof, was a mistletoe. I was nervous because I haven't had my first kiss yet. I broke from our little dance and tried to gather the courage. My mom told me that there was no problem with kissing him. When I got the courage, I smiled and headed back over to Michael, who kissed Lily's cheek and she squealed. I giggled. Michael turned to me and smiled. I went up to him and he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. Once we broke from the kiss, he asked my mom if I could move in with him. She said it was ok and I gathered my stuff and went with him back to Neverland. :) Sadly I woke up, but I smiled remembering what happened in the dream. I still feel the kiss from the dream. It was magical. :) (Note that it was the BAD era Michael Jackson. That's what made me happy.)