Excuse me, miss

Excuse me miss, but you should not be showing up in my dreams. Once again, you are bending these no communication rules. How is it while I am having the coolest dream ever.. you show up. I mean, I was actually saving the world in my dream from a knife throwing group of thugs and monsters. I think one of the monsters threw CDs too.

We were having an epic battle on the urban streets of New York City. The Flash was dodging things, left and right. Batman was knocking the shiat out of some bad ass dudes, and there you show up with you bright green eys and sweet smile in a black tank top. What were you doing in the middle of this epic battle of galatic proportions you ask? Sitting on the balcony, sipping ice tea. It may have been a mix of Ice tea and lemonade...my favorite summertime non-alcoholic drink. And yes, we were the Justice League of America (The JLA for you comic book enthusiast).

Who was I and what was I doing saving the world? I was Superman, but no one was sure because I didn't have my tights on. There's just something about red underwear that makes my butt look big. And of course Superman would be saving the world. Well, it wasn't until you showed up, that I started flipping people over and basically winning the whole battle for Earth. Then I joined you for Ice Tea/ lemonade and we watched fire works from the balcony of my old apartment in DC. Anyway, I miss you.