reply to post by DaisyAnne
Well, I do believe in prophecy, I guess I don't have any examples that could be proven but I had the weirdest daydream after michael jackson died,
even though this can't be proven I assure it is what actually happened...
The last book I purchased before Michael Jackson died was a Michael Jackson photo book from the 80s, I bought this book about 1 month before his
death.
About half a month before he died I saw a youtube video spoofing Michael Jackson and I thought I could do better so when I came across some scrub
cleaning gloves that looked similar to MJ's famous glove I bought them for the spoof video, which I never intended to be cruel in any way, and since
the events I will probably not make it but for some reason he was heavily on my mind before he died, right after I got home from buying the gloves I
checked ebay for similar gloves as well.
These things are not prophecy, so he died, this is where it gets a little weird, after he died I was sad, laugh at me I don't care, he was actually
an idol of mine in 1985, I had a thriller t-shirt and everything, I was 5 years old, Thriller was huge, I still liked him when the Bad album came out
and even bought the Moonwalker videogame for sega genesis, it's when Nirvana nevermind came out in 1991 that I forgot about him even though I was
living in the same town MJ did, I moved to the Santa Ynez Valley in 1986, MJ moved there in 1987 I believe, I never saw him but my bro and sis claim
they did, one of my friends was invited to neverland though and it must have been memorable, he claimed he wasn't even a fan of his music but he said
he was a nice guy. Also I drove home recently and it was about 6 months ago I guess, it was for my 10 year reunion, and I made a point to drive up to
MJ's neverland gate, just parked there for a bit, there was an SUV at the gate, the estate was up on the real estate market and I could have actually
taken a tour knowing my mom was a real estate agent I feel dumb for not even thinking about that, but
anyway he died....
After he died I had a daydream, I don't usually have daydreams that come true but this daydream was very vivid and very bizzare, this is the daydream
that I had...
It was after watching CNN no doubt... I was just thinking about MJ and I saw doctors cutting his head open and taking out his brain, then I saw his
memorial service, I saw the casket in front of a stage with an audience. Literally over a week later did I ever even hear anything about doctors
supposedly taking his brain out, and they made a parallel about this and the fact that he played the role of the brainless scarecrow in the remake of
the wizard of oz movie The Wiz, so this did happen, they took out his brain, I know literally nothing about autopsies, I vaguely remember hearing
something from some CSI show about a brain drill they use to extract some of the brain for testing so even then my daydream shouldn't have been so
gory, this daydream was dead on, and the memorial service looked exactly like the daydream except in the dream the casket was white instead of gold,
that's the only difference I remember.
So why did I have this daydream? perhaps it's because I was a fan that had some connection having lived near him all those years I don't know, but
it doesn't happen to me very often, I suppose there are a few other occasions, I didn't tell even family members, if you have a daydream about
doctors cutting someones head open you don't exactly tell them right away, that's the most recent prohecy-like event that I have experienced I know
it wasn't a prohpecy because I didn't mention it and record it, but the thing is 99% of my daydreams are just that, nothing but dreams, so I really
can't ever know what they are until after the fact, making them pretty useless I guess, except for myself.
Unrelated but I hope Neverland turns into a Graceland for MJ, it would piss off only 1 group of people, the neighbors of Neverland, they are wealthy
jerks and don't want fans flocking for selfish reasons, it would help the economy and give jobs to the area, something rich people don't care about,
so for that reason alone I hope it happens one day.