In my life, I’ve had really creepy dreams. Not many, though a handful. This one ranks up there.

There’s this big condo type building, but huge, massive, where dead people live in the afterlife. A lot of the people I saw were previously famous way back when but now dead. I can’t remember if all were since I didn’t know everyone. I sort of feel that way looking in magazines now: I don’t know who most celebrities and writers are.

I moved in. Michael Jackson looked like he did before he died and was very sweet to me. Odd, because though I like him, I’m not a die hard fan. He throws big dinner parties in this humungous banquet hall, followed by a black and white movie. Dinner and a movie: lovely.

I was invited and really excited. When I got there, escorted by men and women I don’t know, I had to return and move my things out of my apartment. “She’s not ready to join us yet,” Michael told people and I was escorted away.

Severely creepy.

Posted on February 2nd at 9:51 PM
Tagged as: dreams. dream. magic. scary. horror. michael jackson. singer. music.

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