michael jackson dream
had a crazy dream last night about michael jackson. he was living in the same run down apartment as my friend/guy-who’s-shacking-up-with-my-sister (that’s not the crazy part). for some reason mj tells my friend/guy-who’s-shacking-up-with-my-sister that he’s planing to kill himself. how? well, he was going to shoot himself in the head using a Rube Goldberg machine setup he was putting together in his apartment.
long story short mj goes ahead with it and kills himself and my friend/guy-who’s-shacking-up-with-my-sister (who’s now become a radio dj, in the dream that is) knows but for some reason won’t tell anyone. the news finally comes out and we somehow get access to the apartment and find the machine still set-up (no sign of mj or the gory scene). we even tested it out to make sure it worked, it did.
now here’s the craziest part: i have no idea why i’m posting this story about my dream. it has not big, climactic ending. no interesting or funny twist at the end…it was just an odd dream. think i felt compelled to post this because it’s been a log time since i had such a vivid dream. can’t even recall the last time i had one.
anyway, glad it was just a dream and mj is alive and…what!?… really? NOOO!