This morning I had a very odd & touching one. Sorry it's so long, but I had to explain it all. It's about Michael from today and Michael from a few years ago. I was sent back in the past by Michael to comfort himself. Wild. And I got to cuddle with him. Twice. :wub:
I was in some type of long, rectangular diner/cafe. Kind of reminded me of being decorated with all second-hand items from the 70's, or was just an old place. In the very back of the 'diner' was a little living room type seating area with a couch, a loveseat (2-seat sofa) and a chair. In the center of the seating area was a large coffee table. In the chair sat Michael's father. Across from him and to his right, on the couch were three men whom I felt a bit of suspicion about. They could have been attorneys or people dealing with something financial. I kind of got the feeling of a shady deal or at least something bad going on. Sitting next to his father to the left, on the loveseat, was Michael. But not Michael of today, but Michael from the past... around 2003-2005. So I was witnessing something from the past.
I was seeing this all from my seat about halfway up to the front of the building, sitting on a couch that was against the wall. And I was on that couch with..... who?.... Michael! (MJ of today/now.) He was holding me close, like we leaning/lying against each other, in each other's arms. Not like... that ;D, hehe, but in this beautiful, calming and caring way. It was a dream, so the logistics of it all doesn't make much sense, but it was kind of like we were wrapped around each other in a way, sort of like innocent cuddling :wub:
So, to our right and about 10 feet away at the back of the building was the scene from 2003-2005, and in front of us was a screen which was showing news clips from over the years. At one point Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight was talking about Bad being released soon. I said, "Yes, I remember seeing this back then! I was so excited." You see, Michael seemingly wanted to know how I had felt about all these moments in time as they came up. He wanted me to explain to him what my emotions had been. At one point I said something like, "Of course, as a fan... well, I don't like using the word fan here because..." and I looked up at him and into those gorgeous eyes. The thought I was trying to get across was that "fan" sounded like I was just crazy about him and blah, blah, but I intended to say, "I love so very much" to try to let him know I was very serious, that I truly cared about him . "Fan" didn't seem like a good enough word to express depth. But it was like I got shy at that moment and couldn't finish my sentence!!! :smilerolleyes: And then I immediately knew I regretted having not said what I felt, but the moment had already passed. Agh!
A few moments later, Michael pointed to the back of the diner, at himself in 2003/2005. Past-Michael looked very upset and kind of angry about something. Today's-Michael said to me, "Now is when you need to go sit there with me... him. He's, I'm... going to get up and go to the restroom door and when I come back to that seat I will need you with me, sitting beside me there. Please..."
I said, quite concerned, "Are you sure? I mean, you look really annoyed there and you're not going to know me yet or anything. I'm afraid the you over there won't want me nearby!"
He said, "Yes, quite possible. But I will need you at this moment."
So I sort of reluctantly left my warm and comfy cuddling embrace with today's Michael and walked toward the seating area. I was really worried about the reaction, about me just barging in, uninvited. Past-Michael looked quite ticked off about something and got up and quickly left to the restroom. At this moment I just walked right up to the loveseat and sat next to where he had been. The others took little notice of me. When Michael came back out he sat down and at first, as predicted, looked annoyed at this person (me) who'd decided I could just sit there on his little sofa without permission. I wanted to explain that he himself, from the future, had told me to sit there (!), but knew I couldn't and that he wouldn't believe me anyway. I felt quite uncomfortable and worried about what his opinion of me was at this moment and so I sort of scooched over to my own side as far as I could.
He took his reading glasses out of his pocket and began reading something with fine print, like a long contract. He was so beautiful and I was finding it hard to not stare at him. Then, without hardly even glancing at me, he said softly, "Do you want to come over here? .... Come here..." and he patted his chest lightly. I came close and he held me close to him while he read the contract. :wub:
I felt almost overwhelmed with emotion, realizing this was somehow comforting him and this is what he needed at this moment, as today's Michael had told me. I could hear his heartbeat and a few tears fell from my eyes as I said inside my mind to his heart something like... I love you so much, keep beating strong, please never stop, I love you sooo, sooo much... :angel:
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And that's where my husband decided I'd slept long enough for a Saturday morning and came in and woke me up!!!! Grrrrrrr!!!! When I told him my dream he said I had permission to beat him, lolol...
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