I had the greatest dream ever last night, and it may have had something to do with what I said before I went to sleep.
I was just talking to him, really. I was alone, so it may have looked like I was talking to myself. Anyway, here's how it went:
"Oh, Michael..... why did you leave so soon? I guess everybody has their time..... I guess yours was just too early...."
I laid down in my bed, reaching to turn off my light. "I just wish that I could hug you..... feel your warm embrace. Having your arms wrapped around me, your love and mine generating from me to you, you to me. I always wanted that...." I sighed, "But... I guess not anymore. Good night, Michael." I said, as i shut off my light.
The dream:
Somehow, I ended up as a backup singer for Michael during one of his concerts. My friends were some of the other singers as well. I was clueless as to the dance steps we had to do, So I hid behind them and tried to copy them as well as possible.
When the concert ended, Michael came over to all of us; the band, the singers, backup dancers, everyone. He shook everyone's hand, and pulled them in to a quick hug. But, when he came to me, the was no hand-shaking. He hugged me. A warm, long, hug. "You did a good job. I know it was hard for you." He said to me. I squeezed him tight, and we didn't let go of eachother for a good 10 minuets. Eventually, the concert stage faded, and we were just in a black room, with a single spotlight shining above us. "Do everything you can..." I said to him. I was well aware of his death, but he was right in front of me. It was a few days before it, however.
"What do you mean?" He said to me, puzzled. I started to cry. "Why are you crying?" He said sympathetically.
"I can't-....." I started, but I pulled him into a hug and cried on his shoulder.
It ended right there.
Now, what I find bizarre about this, is what the date was in my dream. It was before he died, but the date was of a number afterward. It's also a date that doesn't exist: June 48th.
I think this means that A. He still is living, just not on this earth. B. It seems impossible for such an event to happen. Or C. He could have lived longer.
Also, in my dream, he was wearing a black suit and sunglasses. We were in a pitch black room, and there was only one source of light. If he stepped out of the light, he would be lost in the darkness. "Here one day, Gone one night"
Or in just a second, he'd be gone.
Overall, I was very glad I had that dream. It made me much happier. Thank you, Michael.
but she had a feeling.... I didn't get anything like that, so when I heard the news it hit me like a ton of bricks. 
