"Happy Days Will Drown the Pain"
Okay so I had this really weird dream this morning. It was about Michael Jackson. Now first off this is odd because even when I was listening to him 24/7 I didn't even dream about him. And lately I have been obsessing over GaGa, so I found it odd to have a dream about him.
Okay so first off it was me and my best friend from middle school. Last time I saw this chick was 1998 (I think). She was the chick I obsessed over Hanson with! That was a long effing time ago!
Also in the dream it was a Tuesday. The Tuesday before he died to be exact. Because I remember telling my friend that we had 2 days to save him.
Okay, so we were in LA at his rehearsals with him. We were sitting on these chairs that was on the stage but off to the side. And we were watching him rehearse. That is where we had the conversation about saving him. Anyway, for some reason I start crying, which is kinda odd because I don't really cry. Hell the last time I cried was July. So he asked me what was wrong. And I started going on about how I was depressed, in this rut, I feel like a failure. I remember not wanting to tell him that he was going to die on Thursday. I remember thinking Thursday and not the 25th.
And for some reason he called off rehearsals and everyone was magically back at his house packing up their stuff. And when I say everyone it was like all the dancers. I was also packing up my stuff. I have no idea why everyone seemed to be living with Michael. He was up in his room, and the door was shut. And it just seemed to be known that you don't bother him when his door was closed. But me and my friend wanted to talk to him to try and figure out a way to save him.
So we decided to write him a letter, and stick it under the door. Eventually everyone left and it was just me and my friend, and we were about to write the letter, we were still packing. I recall knowing that Prince came home. I didn't see him, but somehow knew it. And I was thinking while I was packing up my clothes, I will ask him to meet with me on Thursday morning 10am. Because if he has to be somewhere at 10am then he won't get the proforol (however you spell that shit). And just as I was about to start writing this letter, when he came downstairs. He had a few papers in his hand. And he handed them to me, and it was a house listing from the Internet. And I remember looking at the price and it was 3 million. And I thinking it was a really nice house, but there was no way I could afford it. And just as I was about to say something, he said that he was going to buy the house, and we were all going to move in and direct quote here, "figure this thing out".
Because even though I was trying to save him, everything I told him was true as to how I was feeling. Actually it was true to some extent in real life.
And then I remember going up to him and giving him a hug and thanking him. I remember thinking, that this changes everything so he wouldn't die on Thursday. I also remember that he smelled good and that he had his long curly hair. Much like the Dangerous era. Actually it looked like it did in "This Is It".
The first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone to see what the date was. To make sure it was still November and not June 23rd. Although that would have been fucking crazy if it was.
I tried looking up the meaning of the dream on my dream website I go to whenever I remember my dream, but they don't have a "trying to save someone" section. So I am not sure what to look up.
So if anyone on my FList is a dream analyzer, feel free to analyze and let me know what it means!
Okay so first off it was me and my best friend from middle school. Last time I saw this chick was 1998 (I think). She was the chick I obsessed over Hanson with! That was a long effing time ago!
Also in the dream it was a Tuesday. The Tuesday before he died to be exact. Because I remember telling my friend that we had 2 days to save him.
Okay, so we were in LA at his rehearsals with him. We were sitting on these chairs that was on the stage but off to the side. And we were watching him rehearse. That is where we had the conversation about saving him. Anyway, for some reason I start crying, which is kinda odd because I don't really cry. Hell the last time I cried was July. So he asked me what was wrong. And I started going on about how I was depressed, in this rut, I feel like a failure. I remember not wanting to tell him that he was going to die on Thursday. I remember thinking Thursday and not the 25th.
And for some reason he called off rehearsals and everyone was magically back at his house packing up their stuff. And when I say everyone it was like all the dancers. I was also packing up my stuff. I have no idea why everyone seemed to be living with Michael. He was up in his room, and the door was shut. And it just seemed to be known that you don't bother him when his door was closed. But me and my friend wanted to talk to him to try and figure out a way to save him.
So we decided to write him a letter, and stick it under the door. Eventually everyone left and it was just me and my friend, and we were about to write the letter, we were still packing. I recall knowing that Prince came home. I didn't see him, but somehow knew it. And I was thinking while I was packing up my clothes, I will ask him to meet with me on Thursday morning 10am. Because if he has to be somewhere at 10am then he won't get the proforol (however you spell that shit). And just as I was about to start writing this letter, when he came downstairs. He had a few papers in his hand. And he handed them to me, and it was a house listing from the Internet. And I remember looking at the price and it was 3 million. And I thinking it was a really nice house, but there was no way I could afford it. And just as I was about to say something, he said that he was going to buy the house, and we were all going to move in and direct quote here, "figure this thing out".
Because even though I was trying to save him, everything I told him was true as to how I was feeling. Actually it was true to some extent in real life.
And then I remember going up to him and giving him a hug and thanking him. I remember thinking, that this changes everything so he wouldn't die on Thursday. I also remember that he smelled good and that he had his long curly hair. Much like the Dangerous era. Actually it looked like it did in "This Is It".
The first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone to see what the date was. To make sure it was still November and not June 23rd. Although that would have been fucking crazy if it was.
I tried looking up the meaning of the dream on my dream website I go to whenever I remember my dream, but they don't have a "trying to save someone" section. So I am not sure what to look up.
So if anyone on my FList is a dream analyzer, feel free to analyze and let me know what it means!