I woke up today with the strangest dream. And about all the people...
And I forgot about it until now, four-o-eight in the afternoon.
I dreamt I was trying to evacuate or somthing. Some evil dominating thing, perhaps George Orwel's 1984 has got into me, either that or Kim Possible cartoons. With my mom and dad, we were trying to pack things up into suitcases and I remember looking at some books.
So, we appear at a large courtyard of some sorts, like the middle of Times Square, only with buildings looking more Asian and toned down. I get this notion of helping out at Michael Jackson's performance. Only thing is: No crowd and no bodyguards or media personnel. Only children who are being fed spagetthi with meat balls.
I was holding onto my velveted journal and I wanted to get his autograph. I think I saw an elongated version of it in my dream. I may have seen Michael Jackson's face, but he didn't sing. There were definitely barricades and a white stage. One moment there were a lot of children and people and someone swinging on a swing, then the next, there would be a haunting quality to the scene.
Can dreams get much weirder? I think it was due to the "Heal the World" song they repeatedly played during breaks at a course I went for yesterday.
And no, Michael Jackson did not mean anything more to me than a good singer who supported humanitarian causes.
