Even In My Dreams...

Now I don’t know what y’all have been doing the last few days, but I know I have been literally glued to the news stations listening at anything and everything having to do with this odd Jacksons drama that has been unfolding. I mean between the family fighting like junkyard dogs, Paris Tweeting and Mrs. Jackson going “missing” it has made for spellbinding television. And usually, I am one to jump face first into anything having to do with the Jacksons.

But I think I wanna hold onto my opinions for the present. I still want at some point to meet Marlon Jackson. And I’d like for him to greet me with a handshake, not a punch to the nose. So all I’ll say is all the problems the family seems to be experiencing, I hope they can find some common ground and at least call a truce damn it. They’re the Jacksons for crying out loud. They’re classy. They’re not the fucking Kardashians. (Though we ALL know about TJ and Kim, and if you don’t, BING it!)

Back to my point of this blog post in the first place. Though I am still pretty damn steamed like a lobster about The Jackson Four cancelling their concert in Houston, I have been taking some time to work on my eroticas. And depending on the era I use for Michael, I go look to videos and photos for inspiration. So I’m kicking around Youtube and looking at different videos from the Jacksons around 1980-1981 and on the side a video of the Jacksons on their current Unity tour (isn’t it funny as all HELL that the tour is called UNITY and they’re coming apart at the seams?)

Anyway, I remember I looked at the video of the concert and happened to catch Jermaine singing an MJ song, and he wasn’t doing it true justice, though I applaud his effort. It was late so I quit watching the video and went to bed.

The Jacksons followed me to bed!



I had a really funny just random dream about the Jacksons. The way it started was my friend Ebonie showed up and was in kind of a tizzy, yelling that the Jacksons were at the local auditorium and to come meet them before they left. That Marlon was there! Of course, I set a land speed record getting there with my friend.

Up on this stage, handing out pictures and signing them, were Jermaine, Marlon and Tito Jackson. (I don’t know where Jackie was)

I ran up onstage and snatched a photo and was holding it out for them to sign. I remember I wanted to get to Marlon first, but Jermaine prevented it. He had on his guitar for some reason and the damn neck of it was in the way.

I was pissed, and as Jermaine was scribbling on the picture, I told him I was mad they’d cancelled their show. Jermaine never looked at me, but did say he was sorry. That’s how I knew I was dreaming. I’ve never heard Jermaine Jackson apologize in my natural life.

I finally got around that damn guitar and hugged Marlon and Tito, happy to see them.

Yeah, I high-hatted Jermaine.

And that was kind of it, my friend and I in the parking lot admiring our autographs. It was weird.

Just something random I wanted to share. It stands out to me because I’m used to dreaming about MICHAEL, not his brothers at all, so it was kind of a new thing. But it was funny to me. I couldn’t get away from the Jacksons on TV and they’re in my dreams now! Wonder if anymore will appear tonight? Tito? Jackie? Randy? Ha-ha!