Meet your doctor...Dr Michael Jackson. (my reaction: :O......:D.)

This happened just last night in my dream! Michael walks in the room and looks at his clipboard. "Hello, I'm Dr. Jackson and..." He looks up and smiles. "What's your name, P.Y.T?" I giggle, but in my mind, I'm shocked. "Becca." "Why hello there, Becca. Let's give bạn a check up, shall we?" I nod and he checks my tim, trái tim and he notices that it's beating fast and he heard it skip a beat and he chuckled. "Your tim, trái tim is happy I'm in the room." "Oh? It...it is? I didn't notice that." He chuckled at my reaction and continued the check up. "Well, there's nothing wrong now." He wrote down a number and an address. "Here's my number and address. Come bởi sometime if there is a problem. Ok?" I am in shock and take the paper. "Ok, Dr Jackson." "Please, call me Michael." "Ok...Michael." He made sure no one was looking and kissed me full on the lips and winked at me and left the room, me following behind him.