Strange dream

Ok guys, I've been a little reluctant to post this message, because I dont want to believe in these things, but... I have no one to discuss it with, so I decided to finally post it and ask you what do you think about this.

My son woke up very happy this morning, he had a dream about MJ. In his dream Michael was talking to him and me. My son was a little afraid of him because in his dream he believed Michael to be dead, but Michael told him he was alive and that his kingdom would be back soon.

I want to say that my son just turned 8 years old, and the word "kingdom" is not in his everyday vocabulary...actually my son asked me what did MJ mean by that?
Yes, I have mentioned around my son that I believe MJ is alive, but never have mentioned anything related to a kingdom...I have no idea what this dream can mean...if anything.

I believe in dreams! It reflects the state of spirit ofone person and sometimes predicts the future!
It's a nice dream what your son had and I hope it will come true!

I had some dreams of Michael (most of them weren't romantical ) but I think they were full of meaning!

1. in the first week after his death, i dreamed him alive! I was surprised because i knew he was dead! There was a big crowd around but it seemed I was the only one who noticed he was alive. He looked at me and asked me to not tell anyone about this! And after that, he was gone into hidding again!
When I had this dream, believed he was dead, but after this dream I started to believe! Short after, I found MJHD!

I hope there is someone in here who can tell the meaning of the dreams! I have a few more, very interesting!

And mjthelegendlives, pay atention to your dreams too! I totally believe in dreams!

DreamsComeTrue wrote:I believe in dreams! It reflects the state of spirit of one person and sometimes predicts the future!
It's a nice dream what your son had and I hope it will come true!

I believe the same thing! I also believe that they are signs we have been praying for! As to why your child had this dream it could be that maybe he has the innocence that we as adult sometimes lack! A child's spirit is pure and uncontaminated. Maybe this is why he was able to perceive Michael's energy in his dream as still being alive! Just my thoughts! You seem to have a wonderful and smart child there!

i had a dream too but to be short there was a man that i was talnking to and i asked him if mj is dead(he was like a medium) and he didn't answer but he did a face like "are you crazy? you live in this earth?"
the answer was "NO"
so i believe in dreams too and i believe that mj is alive

@ Banessa - Thank you , yes he is a very smart child.

I'm going to read a little about dreams. I suppose they come to us during sleep for a purpose.

I myself haven't had any recent MJ dreams but last night I dreamt i had two patches of lighter skin on my face. I was diagnosed with vitiligo! It was so weird. Until MJ, I hadn't even heard of vitiligo and I didn't know what it was. It's so strange that I had this dream although many speculate Mike didnt have this disease. I honesly don't care because I love you regardless Michael!

I have had several dreams of Michael since he 'died'. Last night, I dreamt that I was looking at myself in a mirror and I was thinking of becoming a Michael Jackson impersonator (strange I know!).

Then I started putting on make-up and all of a sudden when I looked in the mirror, I was Michael. My hair was how he used to have it around the 'Bad' era, I was wearing a gold sequined jacket and black trousers.

It was very strange.

Previous dreams have been a little hazey but I know that on one of them I was helping him to hide away from everyone else and it was just our secret. I suspect that dream was just as a result of brain overload from being in this forum too much - lol.

Children are very good at picking up energy, yes. It´s something I always believed. You´ve seen newborn babies smile at nothing, but to them it is something becuase they see all kinds of stuff.

I've always believed that children indeed have that untainted innocence about them that allows them to detect certain energy in their surroundings. That may not have been 'just a dream'. I have a feeling there's more to it than it seems too.

I've been having more and more dreams
about Michael more so than I have ever did these days. I think it
started about 2 weeks ago. But, it's nothing dirty (sadly).... they
have just been strange dreams that make me wake up with this puzzled
look on my face, just trying to figure out what it means.

For
instance, last night I had dreamed that I saw Michael from a distance.
At first, I froze, not knowing what to do. He saw me and indicated that
I follow him with a gesture of his hand before he sprinted off. Without
putting anymore thought into it, I immediately took off to follow him.
As I ran after him, everything felt as though it was in slow motion. He
cut through trees and streets and alleys, but he still kept on running,
every once in a while looking over his shoulder to make sure that I was
still following him. He then ran into what seemed to be a mansion or
manor of some sort, I don't know what or whose it was. But, there was
no furniture in it. He ran in ahead of me and cut through the curtains
and the hallways and the rooms, but he just kept on going and said
"come on! we're almost there!"

I was literally confused as hell,
but I just kept running after him until I lost sight of him as he had
ran so far ahead into one of the rooms. Thinking that this particular
room had Mike, I burst through it only to find a completely dark room
with nothing in it. But, I knew for a fact that that room contained
things I needed to turn on the lamps to be able to see. At that point,
I just kept on yelling "Michael!", though he didn't answer me. I knew I
had to turn on the lights first before I demanded he come out. Then, I
woke up.

So, how I see this dream is that we are still chasing
Michael, he's telling us to follow his trail of clues. Why else would
all the evidence scream out to us so blatantly?? We're all in the dark
room right now, we just need to look for the lamp lights of truth. Once
we have illuminated our surroundings with the truth and more evidence
we need to work together to find... that is when Michael will come
back. We need to stay strong and keep the faith, everyone! Feelings of
hopelessness are exactly what the media want us to feel. WE KNOW THAT
MIKE IS ALIVE, GUYS! DON'T LET ALL YOUR WORK BE IN VAIN BECAUSE WHAT WE
HAVE WORKED ON IS NOT JUST CRAZY TALK! THEY ARE COMPLETELY INTELLIGENT,
LOGICAL, RATIONAL COMPREHENSION OF THE CASE AT HAND.

You are not
alone. We're all in this together + the people who do believe but just
haven't joined any sites (believe me, there are tons)

Dirty-Diana, what a great post.

It has given me a huge boost (and kick up the a55) because to be honest I was feeling pretty cr4p after watching the VMA stuff. I was sat here merely 10 minutes ago blubbing my eyes out feeling totally helpless.

Thanks again. What an inspiring dream.

rowdyangel wrote:Dirty-Diana, what a great post.

It has given me a huge boost (and kick up the a55) because to be honest I was feeling pretty cr4p after watching the VMA stuff. I was sat here merely 10 minutes ago blubbing my eyes out feeling totally helpless.

Thanks again. What an inspiring dream.

hey, rowdyangel! no worries. i meant every single word i said as long as we have each other and the fact that these clues are absolutely logical and substantiated proof... we'll find out the truth and michael will grace us with his presence again, god willing.

the fact that jcc has joined this forum helps boost me up as well. =D

@ dirty-diana...thanks, this has certainly boost my hopes also...I'll pay more attention to my dreams, and my son's dreams

mjthelegendlives wrote:@ dirty-diana...thanks, this has certainly boost my hopes also...I'll pay more attention to my dreams, and my son's dreams

We're here for each other. Michael and the search for truth brings us together. It's one wild ride that will certainly go down in history, that's for sure. Keep the faith!

Aww, I also had the dreams about Michael after June 25, had never had before that!

1. a week after the so called "death", it actually made me find someone to share my thought he is alive

2. not long ago, when MJJ said me he is alright and when I said bye to him and Mac, he got surprised and said, that he is going to meet me soon!

I hesitated to tell this, but I had a dream of a new song of MJ, 'is it true' if I recall correctly. Really weird, new lyrics with MJ's voice and everything. Don't want to sound just interesting, but think have to share it with you. I've had this before with Freddy Mercury, I had a song in my dreams years ago 'do you miss me'. Also I dreamed known songs of queen but with different lyrics (even words in english that I don't know at day). It's only the titles I can remember.
At daytime I'm not musical or creative at all, can't sing nor dance, I believe I am even a-rhytmhic, and at the time I woke up I had the song beat in my head but somehow I really wanted to forget about it, it felt annoying. I do believe MJ is alive, so it's something I am doing myself in my dreams or it comes somewhere from the cosmos.
Think this is because I am listening to his music all the time and I am so caught up with his 'death'.

aww.. nice dream.. yeah me too.. i do believe in dreams.. and that dreams do really come true.. hahaha..

Also I dreamed known songs of queen but with different lyrics (even words in english that I don't know at day). It's only the titles I can remember.

That's why I found my son's dream odd, because of the specific word he mentioned...I had to explain my son what was a kingdom. He has heard the word before, but didnt understand the meaning...

Okay, ladies, I've got a really strange one for you. For those of you who saw one of my first dreams in the Bad Girl forum (even though it wasn't a "bad" dream), you know my dreams are very detailed. Here we go.

The beginning starts out very hectic. I am being rushed out of my home by two men in black suits and dark sunglasses, which I assumed to have been bodyguards. From what I gathered, they weren't total strangers, but I had at least met them a few times. They pushed me into their black van and blindfolded me. They drove me to some unidentified location and then removed the blindfold. I was led through some type of cave-like chambers...we were underground somewhere, and the walls were covered in turquoise gemstones of some sort. They were gorgeous in contrast to the dark and dreary rock walls.
After a ways of walking, the three men (a third had joined them at the entrance somewhere) stopped, and one of them made some type of strange whistle. Two more suited men and a shadowed figure approached me from a different entrance. Once the figure was closer, I saw it to be Michael. In this dream, I knew him somehow, but I don't think I would have been classified as a "friend" just quite yet (not until later in the dream). I had known he was alive and hiding out, but I did not know where, and I had been worried about his health. He still looked a bit skinny when I saw him here, but soo much better. He was wearing a black surgical mask over his face, and the usual black fedora covering his long curls.
We exchanged no words, only a brief nod, even though my eyes showed a mixture of hurt and relief upon seeing him. He then walked towards me and embraced me. He clasped the back of my head and gave me the warmest kiss I'd ever experienced (and through a mask, amazing!). I just remember how strong his arms were around me, how strong and sure he still felt despite his frame...anyway, back to the real plot.

He laced his fingers through mine, then nodded to me once again, and then to the three remaining guards surrounding us. We were led to a different (back) entrance, and this time, I was not blindfolded. We got into a different black van and proceeded to be driven out of a parking garage type of area...then onto a highway, and we eventually somehow made our way to Neverland. But, you know, it wasn't Neverland.
We got out of the van, the guards never leaving Michael's side. He led me around the property, gesturing to different areas that I felt I was supposed to be famaliar with, but could not identify. Still, he spoke no words to me. Worried, I squeezed his hand tighter, and shined my eyes to him again. He softened his gaze for a moment, but continued to lead me onwards, speechless. The house itself was the same, but all of the outside grounds were flattened and cleared of any trees or other natural growth. It was then he pointed to a large structure not far away (how I missed this before, I have no clue) that appeared to be a replica of Machu Picchu taking up most of the property grounds.
All of a sudden, we are on top of the fake Machu Picchu, and a short, pot-bellied man with a construction helmet is speaking to me. I can't concentrate at first, as all I hear is a crane in the distance. Michael is next to me, his mask gone. He takes his turn to squeeze my hand, and I turn to listen to the man. This was the first dialogue of the dream, and this man was very loud and irritating. He was yelling at me, saying something like "Under no circumstances will we remove this. Do you know how much money we're making in tourism with this thing?? It may be FAKE, (this word was drilled into my head) but it sure was a good idea! I don't care who lives here, or wants to live here, it's staying!"
Before I can give a dazed rebuttal, we are on the ground once again, near the house. There is some type of circus-like tent sent up, and Michael lets go of my hand and runs inside, devastated. I quickly followed after him. Inside of the tent, there was a black pick-up truck parked on a thin layer of straw, nothing more. The bed of the truck was open, and Michael was there, tearing up in it. I climbed in after him, and he held onto me, crying harder. He finally spoke, through ragged breaths, telling me that what he did was all a big mistake, he had just wanted a better life for himself and his family, but now he had lost everything.
Now, to be honest, I'm not exactly sure what I said to comfort him. That's the one part of the dream that's fuzzy to me. But I must have said something right, because the next thing I know, we are both hanging onto each other and laughing nonstop. We fell back in the bed of the truck next to each other, our hands still clasped up in the air. He turned his head to look at me, and told me he wanted nothing more than to just go up into the mountains and watch the starry sky before he revealed himself the following day. I agreed, and a devious grin appeared on both of our faces at the same time.
We jumped through the open back window of the truck (which conveniently had the keys in the ignition already ), with me at the wheel. We pulled out and sped onto the road, guardless and careless as the suited men swore and ran after us. With the most genuine smile, and that shine in his eyes that hasn't been seen in years, he threw his head back and let out one of his trademark "hee-hee"'s out the passenger window. I playfully warned him not to spoil his plan a day early to his neighbors, but he proceeded to turn on the radio to "The Way You Make Me Feel" and sing as loudly and obnoxiously as he could over his recorded voice out the passenger window.

Cliché, much? Now try and interpret THAT!

Keiko wrote:He then walked towards me and embraced me. He clasped the back of my head and gave me the warmest kiss I'd ever experienced (and through a mask, amazing!). I just remember how strong his arms were around me, how strong and sure he still felt despite his frame... He laced his fingers through mine....

Now try and interpret THAT!

Nahhh.... you are just trying to make us jealous!

annieisnotokey wrote:

Keiko wrote:He then walked towards me and embraced me. He clasped the back of my head and gave me the warmest kiss I'd ever experienced (and through a mask, amazing!). I just remember how strong his arms were around me, how strong and sure he still felt despite his frame... He laced his fingers through mine....

Now try and interpret THAT!

Nahhh.... you are just trying to make us jealous!

Noo, I wouldn't! I just especially liked that part so I thought I should share. But now I'm reading what I wrote...you've got me all embarassed now, Annie!

At least you were with Michael - even if only in your dreams.

Yes, but all giggles aside, the Machu Picchu thing is very strange to me. You don't find that one in dream dictionaries!

Okay, this is my interpretation of your Machu Picchu dream. I guess, Michael's holding your hand means that He needs you(the fans). You are on top of this fake Machu Picchu means on top of all the fakes going around, Michael and you are still here. Then with him running and the two of you going for a Joy Ride means inspite of all these things happening, there's a way out and he can HEEEEE happiness again and hiccup his way back. (Maybe, I'm just emotionally involved with Michael so I can't give a proper interpretation). Who needs a dream dictionary when you can't find Machu Pcchu in there, so you have to settle with my interpretation.

juliet wrote:Okay, this is my interpretation of your Machu Picchu dream. I guess, Michael's holding your hand means that He needs you(the fans). You are on top of this fake Machu Picchu means on top of all the fakes going around, Michael and you are still here. Then with him running and the two of you going for a Joy Ride means inspite of all these things happening, there's a way out and he can HEEEEE happiness again and hiccup his way back. (Maybe, I'm just emotionally involved with Michael so I can't give a proper interpretation). Who needs a dream dictionary when you can't find Machu Picchu in there, so you have to settle with my interpretation.

Hm. I like it. Other people's perspectives always open up the mind.

i had a dream last night about a cartoon style music video for "Wanna Be Startin Somethin". Weird right?

ever since i'm stucked with this forum, my subconscious mind has been continuously fed with mj, now he has involved in all my ridiculous dreams....hehe...

I had a dream like three months ago, he was my good friend in the dream, and he wanted help.. he said I have to help him.. I remember we walked out, walking past paparazzi, and into a limo. I had my arm linked through his- the trust level was high, but when I woke up, I felt... like I had to do something. It was almost uncomfortable. There was a time limit, too, he said it, but I do not remember.