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I had a dream about Matt last night. I was heading west on a motorcycle down a road through the desert somewhere north of Phoenix and a torrential rain started pouring down, so I started looking for a place to pull in until things cleared, and I was also worried about getting caught in a flash flood. I suddenly saw a lone house at the top of a rise on the north side of the road, so I pulled into the driveway and knocked. Charlie Mike answered the door. He had his trademark vest on, an energy drink in his hand, and he was sporting a mohawk.
He somehow recognized me so he invited me in to ride out the storm, and we sat on the couch and started playing video games, then I woke up. It occurred to me during the dream that he was supposed to be dead, but I didn't have the heart to tell him.
Matt, thanks for taking me in out of the storm and hanging out with me for a while, even though it was all a dream. It was good to see you. 


