Dreams Unlimited – Michael Jackson Dance

Dream 21 – Michael Jackson Dance

Today I dreamt that I have joined a dance class and my instructor is trying to teach me MJ (Ya, THE Michael Jackson) moves. I find it too difficult to learn… Then a black wave, like in the sea come, but it’s wave of smoke… My teacher was sinking into the smoke and he vanished.

Then I see real MJ emerge from the smoke, but I can see just his face, nothing else. He was doing some steps from this dance. I wanted to dance like him, but the smoke is too dark that he could see me. Then he also vanished in the smoke.

Then I see a shadow again, and it forms the shape of my uncle. He was dancing the MJ dance. I was freaked out. I scolded him - “Don’t dance like MJ”. He told – OK and he is also gone. But later I see him dancing again MJ moves. Then I try to learn from him. He told me - “If I’m not serious about dance, i will never learn it”. I said ok, I will be serious.

Then a desk with a cake on it emerge in front of us. I asked – “Where are the candles ?”,  then one finger comes out from the cake. I wanted to beat the finger, but my uncle said – Don’t beat… Just burn it. Then we lit the finger and sing the song - “Happy Birthday to you….” its only me and my uncle but when we sing it, the voice sounds like lot of people are singing with us… high voice, low voice… like a chorus…

Then I ate the cake. But it was not very tasty, just too sweet, too much sugar. I didn't eat the cake at all, I just licked the cream and butter. Then I said to my uncle – its better to just dance. My uncle asked in a surprise tone - “What Dance ..?? what you talking about? “ as if he don't remember anything that happened before….

And the dream ends….!!!

Michael Jackson – Rest In Peace.. The world will miss you…

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Disclaimer: These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.