here’s a couple visitation dreams I had from Michael. I hope anyone who reads this enjoys them!
From my memory I actually had three visitation dreams from Michael. The first one took place in my parent’s old house in our long hallway. I just randomly found myself at the end of the hallways entrance when I saw a sunflower that was being held on a little platform that was just the right height for me to look at the flower closely. This wasn’t a normal one though, it was GLOWING. I mean literally glowing! Curious, I walked towards it to get a good look. But when I did, I randomly said “Michael? Is that you??” Basically the Sunflower WAS Michael and his spirit was just taking the form of one. And the glowing was just part of his spirit’s presence in the sunflower. Then I woke up and wondering what the heck did I just dream about! But I shrugged it off to get ready for school.
The next night I had the same dream. Except this time Michael wasn’t the sunflower this time. As I was looking at the now regular sunflower that he took the form of, I felt someone walk up beside me. As I turned around to see who it was I heard Michael’s voice say “Whenever you see a sunflower, it means I’m there.” I couldn’t exactly see his face right away because he was so tall! But when he walked further away from me I got a good look at him. He was wearing a red buttoned shirt, long black pants, and his white socks and the black penny loafers that he always wore on stage. To top it off, he was in his bad era. (You could tell because of the curly hair lol). He looked about in his early or mid 30s. Then I woke up again thinking that I was beginning to lose my marbles! Then I grabbed my phone faster than the speed of light and googled what his favourite flower was. And sure enough, It was a sunflower! I was shook because then I thought that this meant that this was actually his spirit paying a visit. I was so confused.
On the third night I woke up at around 3:00 AM in the morning like I had been for the past week and a half, and I was beginning to get restless. I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and checked the time, January 4th, 2020, 3:01 AM in the morning. I thought about giving up on sleep and just staying up for the rest of the night, but I had school in the morning. So staying up late wasn’t an option. Right before I went back to sleep I wondered why I was waking up at the same time every night? I had heard stories online saying it means that something or SOMEONE is watching you. I shrugged it off groggily and went back to sleep.
I found myself sitting on the toilet with the lid closed while crying my eyes out. After I was done crying, I got up and flushed the toilet out of habit. I walked over to the sink to wash my hands, once I was finished, I looked up in the mirror and saw my reflection. I looked terrible, my eyes were puffy and dark underneath and my face was all red from all the crying. I looked like I hadn’t slept properly in weeks. After I was done, I walked over to the door and turned the handle. I walked out into the hallway not really realising that I was in a “dream” and not real life. When I turned the corner I stopped dead in my tracks when i saw Michael.
He was standing at the end of the hallway as if he had been waiting for me. He looked the exact same as he did in all my other dreams nights before. Wearing a red buttoned shirt, black pants, his signature white socks and penny loafers, to top it off his ebony hair was all curly down to his shoulders, indicating that he was in his bad era in spirit. He looked like he was in his early 30s. The moment I locked eyes with him I instantly knew this was actually Michael himself, something just clicked, he was just standing there. He had this beautiful gleaming smile of his face like he was happy to see me. He felt whole, I got the sense that he was cured of all physical and health complications that he had in life. He was finally free. He had an angelic sort of aura about him. He wasn’t an actual angel but he just felt so angelic. His brown eyes held a sense of compassion, understanding inside them that ran deeper than the ocean itself. Everything about him was just perfect in spirit just as he was when he was alive, flaws and all.
I just stood there awestruck, amazed, confused and disoriented. Remembering the moment my head hit my pillow and then found myself in what looked like my old home, but I knew it really wasn’t. After a matter of seconds I watched Michael as he got down onto his knees and outstretched his arms towards me. By pure instinct and an energetic pull, I ran across the hallway and into his arms. Bracing myself that could either go right through him, or hit him. I slow down once I approach nearer to him and feel my body lightly bump into someone solid. “He’s real!” I thought, not believing that he was actually there with me. The moment I lightly bumped into his chest, I feel his arms wrap around me instantly. I immediately started blurting out my personal situation to him until he cut me off. "Sshhhhh.. it’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” I heard him say, I don’t know if it was the sound of his voice, his presence, or the overwhelming vibe of his love that he still had for the world, his fans, and myself included, but something made me cry. The moment I did I felt Michael squeeze me tighter, “Oh Han, don’t cry. Shhh, shhh..” but I couldn’t stop the tears. I wondered how in the world he knew my personal name.
My head was buried into his left shoulder as he rubbed my back, I calmed down eventually and lifted my head up, resting it on top of his left shoulder. Tired and exhausted, I moved my head more towards his neck for comfort, I sigh before I suddenly feel Michael’s arms slide underneath mine, lifting me up and laying me down gently onto his chest, resting his chin on top of my head while hugging me. Michael rocked us back and forth with me cradled in his arms while he hummed the instrumental of his song “Whatever happens.” With the feeling of his hand on the back of my head, the comforting vibration of his chest from his humming, and the sound of his heartbeat lulling me to sleep slowly accompanied by the gentle rocking from Michael, I feel my eyelids beginning to grow heavy. As I slowly fell half-asleep, my mind’s eye was flooded with the image of the ambulance that his body was taken in when it had arrived at his house on June 25th. Then I heard my mind say, “He’s dead.” Then it finally had hit me that this was his spirit, (I forgot that he was dead for a second.) I didn’t care that he is “dead” in the physical realm, wherever the heck I was. He was alive and whole, and spending the most time I could with him in these next few moments was all that mattered in that moment.
I shoved all those thoughts aside and just focused on his comforting presence. I could feel his chin resting on top of my head, and his hand on the back of my head holding me close to his chest while his other arm was wrapped around my back. He literally had me tucked under his chin. Honestly, I’d never felt safer with anyone in my life like this before. My eyes drooped halfway as I was slowly dozing off as Michael was still rocking us both, still holding me close to him with the sound of his heartbeat in the background. The whole ambience was really comforting and peaceful as I closed my eyes fully, “Hannah?” I opened my eyes at the sound of my name being said and realised Michael had stopped what he was doing. His arms loosened their gentle grip but still held me as I felt Michael pull away a little to look at me, I realised I was sitting on my knees while the left side of my face was buried into his shirt. I was scared, I didn’t want him to see me like this, but I had no choice, I pulled myself away gently from his hug, but keeping my face covered behind my hair so that he couldn’t see the tears running down my face.
I hear Michael say “Hey, look at me..” I wanted to obey, but I didn’t at the same time, then I suddenly felt Michael’s hand gently lift my chin up to face him. I felt a sense of dread as my vision scanned up his body, then I saw his face, we made eye contact, his facial expression and his eyes held nothing but deep empathy and genuine understanding. He let go of my chin and held my face in his palms, the gesture took me by surprise a little. “Listen, I know you’re hurting but you’ve got to be strong okay?” He said, “Okay..” I replied in almost a whisper. He smiles and i feel his thumbs move across my cheeks drying the incoming tears threatening to fall. He lets go, and tucks my hair behind my ear and gives me a gentle kiss on my left cheek, I feel my face go red instantly in shock,
Michael pulls away to look at me once more, he giggles at my reaction, stands up and walks off, I snap myself out of my blushing session and dry my eyes from any tears before finally getting up. I look to see Michael standing at the very end of the hallway, I run to his side and he holds out his right hand for me to take, I took it hesitantly, and we started walking, his hand felt soft to the touch, his grip was secure but gentle, and completely engulfed my own, I felt like a small child holding a parents hand as you crossed the road. God I felt so small and short, lol. I looked up at him and he looked at me, he smiled at me and I smiled back.
He swings my hand clasped in his back and forth a little, it felt comforting. It was like he was telling me that everything was going to be okay, even if things didn’t always feel that way at the time. We broke eye contact, suddenly, I saw us approaching the living area where there were two black couches that my parents own in real life, I stop walking, Michael does too and looks at me, it dawned on me that Michael wants to sit down and talk with me. “Are you okay sweetie?” I could hear the concern in his voice, I nod and he lets go of my hand and sits down on the nearest couch, he beckons me gently to sit down and I go sit on the other.
Silence. I stare at my feet thinking of what to say, “Hannah.” My head shot up at the sound of Michael softly speaking my name, we lock eyes. “Come here.” He says gently patting his lap gesturing me to sit next to him. I hesitated, he was “dead” for one, which was unsettling, and not exactly sure if he meant me sitting on his lap innocently incase if he didn’t and felt awkward. nervousness begins to bubble up in my chest. “Don’t be scared, I won’t bite.” Michael smiled comfortingly as he half joked in a comforting, but humorous voice. I smiled and got up and sat down next to him, keeping my head down, looking at the floor.
I could feel Michael’s gaze on me, “What’s wrong? You can tell me, I’m here for you.” His voice dripping with gentleness and sympathy. I wanted to talk but my mouth refused. Silence. Michael sighed sadly, “Han talk to me, please.. I’m worried about you.” I sighed a sigh that I didn’t even realise I was holding. Not wanting to worry him, I told him that my parents split up. “Oh my god, are you okay?!” He said concerned. “No.” I say, shaking my head. My vision blurs with unshed tears as I bury my head in my hands. “Oh sweetheart..” Michael says with empathy. I looked up at him as I vented to him about my feelings, how I had been feeling so miserable at the time, feeling like the most terrible daughter to my parents for how I had been treating them, feeling like a terrible fan, and how I wanted to just end my life in general.
I shifted my gaze away from his before telling him that last part, not being able to bear seeing the pain in his eyes when I said that. I heard him gasp a little, i stared at my feet as I waited for him to scold me. But nothing came. I suddenly feel his right arm wrap around me supportively, taken by surprise, I look at him in shock. “Hey.. it’s okay to be miserable, you’re not a terrible daughter but please don’t kill yourself, it’ll only make things worse.” I look back down at my feet, my eyes well up with tears, I burst out crying from guilt. Immediately i feel Michael’s hands lift me up, sat me on his lap and engulfed me in his embrace as i cried. “Shhhh, it’s okay. Don’t cry.. Don’t cry. Shhhhh.” Michael comforted. I buried my face in his chest for comfort as my left hand gripped onto his shirt like he was a lifeline. My eyes were shut tight from the waterfall of tears I was releasing. Everything went black for a moment.
I opened my eyes feeling calmer and more relaxed, my crying stopped. I unburied myself from Michaels comforting embrace as he let go of me gently so that I could situate myself on his lap, he kept one arm wrapped around my back so that I didn’t fall backwards. I thought for a moment then laughed, remembering that he knew my real name, I looked up at him and asked how he knew me. I slid off his lap and sat back next to him. “I know a lot of names.” He smiled. I decided to mess with him a bit, so I asked him if he knew mine? He looked up at the ceiling with a side glance, pretending to be in deep thought. “Hmm.. Hannah?” He played along, “Nice try Applehead.” I replied, pretending to be sarcastic. Michael laughed, god even his laugh sounded the same as it did when he was alive. “That’s a good one!” He complimented. I just shook my head as we both just sat there laughing. After the laughter died down, Michael spoke, “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure! Ask away.” I replied.
Michael laughed, smiling a little while looking at the floor for second before looking back up at me again. “Um.. Why do you love me?” He asked with a slight laugh. I was pretty taken aback by this question, but I told him that he was an amazing father to Paris and his two sons, how him and his daughter inspire me so much, that I loved him not just as an entertainer but for the person he was and how he was like a father figure to me. Michael laughed and looked down at the floor again and started laughing and crying. I asked him why he was laughing, “I’m not laughing, I’m crying.” He replied still laughing. I asked him why he was crying, “Because you’re so sweet.” He replied. I froze. I had never been called that before, I gave him as long as he needed to collect himself. Once he was okay again I decided to ask him why he visited me. “Um… Michael?” I said to him. “Mm.” He replied as he turned to look at me. “Why did you visit me?” I asked him. “You-you were just so sad.. I just.. couldn’t bear to see you like that.” Then there was silence.
I felt guilty but touched by his words as more silence went by, I suddenly hear Michael sigh deeply but it was more sad as I watch him as he gets up from the couch. I stand up, sensing that it was probably his time to go. I see him turn to face me. “Hannah.” I turned to face him. “I have to go..” you could hear the sadness dripping from his voice. I stood there in shock, “Go? Go where?” I asked him. “Someplace else.” He answered. “But I’ll miss you..” as soon as the words left my lips Michael bends down and I suddenly feel him lift me up into his arms and held me as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “I know, but I have to..” Michael said gently. I don’t think he wanted to leave yet, and neither did I. But I knew that the dead and the living can’t be together for long, (otherwise you’re kind of breaking the laws of nature if that makes sense). After a little bit Michael put me down and then I realised where that “someplace else” I asked him am I going to have to go there one day. But I already knew the answer, Michael nodded solemnly “But I think you’ll like it.” (As in heaven) he smiled. I asked him if I will or not “you will.” He said smiling.
He walked closer to me and bent down onto his knees to my level. “Before I go I need you to remember something for me.” I nodded in response as Michael held the sides of my shoulders. I could tell that this was going to be serious. “I love you so, so much Han. You are an incredible fan, don’t you ever forget that. I know that your parents love you so much too. And I want you to know that I’m always here for you and watching over you.” I felt tears well up in my eyes at his words. I wanted to say thank you but I just hugged him instead. He pulled me close to him as I reached out to hug him. “I love you Michael..” my voice cracked with tears. I felt him hug me tighter, “I love you more.” He said softly as he released me from his embrace. He stood up, bent down and caressed the left side of my head before giving me a kiss on my forehead before he turned to leave. He waved goodbye as he walked away back to the hallway’s entrance where we both stood. I watched him go as I waved back at him. Then I see this oval shaped portal of white light suddenly appear as Michael walks into it. I fought the urge to bolt and go into it with him, but I had to stay here for him at least. Everything suddenly went white, and I found myself “waking up” in my bed the next morning. I felt a tingling feeling on my body like someone had their arms wrapped around me. I could also feel like someone else was in the room with me that night. I felt a feeling of peace and comfort that I had never felt in my life before. Now i have more spiritual beliefs than ever now, along with the proof that we do go somewhere after we die and that death is not the end for any of us.
And that is my visitation dream with Michael! I hoped you all enjoyed reading it.
PS: (Keep an eye out for the Sunflowers soldiers of love.)
