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happydalek) wrote2009-06-30 08:53 am
happydalek) wrote2009-06-30 08:53 am
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Dream Log: Wacko Jacko
The late King of Pop made a surprise guest appearance in my subconscious mind this morning, in an offbeat dream sequence that also featured a cameo appearance by Family Guy's Brian. Why my brain happened to think those two characters would go together, I have no idea.
So, I'm part of Michael Jackson's entourage. He's about to go on a concert tour, and I am skeptical about well it's going to go. I am talking to a pair of Indian girls who are health and spiritual aides of some kind to him. We're talking about things to do for fun while on tour, and the women tell me they thought it'd be fun to learn French. Michael walks in. He's weak, and being supported by a couple people. The two women go to him and take his arms to walk him out of the room. With everybody fussing over him, there's nothing I can do to help, so I sit and watch them take him out of the room and wonder how in heck he's going to be able to pull of this concert.
But he does. I'm backstage (again with the Indian women) and hear the crowd roaring, and the music starts. I hear him start to sing (or lip-synch, whatever), and I just kind of listen nervously, waiting for something to go wrong. And something does. Apparently, he gets into an altercation with a fan whom he thought was blocking the view of a child in the audience. I hear him say something like, "Maybe the little one wants to get a better look!" The women and I move toward the entrance to the stage, and see Michael walking off, holding a baby doll. The women are embarrassed for him. Evidently he mistook the doll for an actual kid. Everybody's a little miffed and fed up about it. (I mean, how do you make a mistake like that?) Michael kind of waves at us with the doll and gives us this "oops, ha ha" grin, trying to be cool about it, which I'm relieved to see. At least he's not having some kind of meltdown.
He sees me and comes over, and we start walking. We're now in a busy public place like a mall or something (or leaving the stadium amid all the fans), and Michael starts talking about how he doesn't want to perform on stage anymore, anyway. He really wants to be an activist. He's rather excited about it, bouncing on his heels and grinning like an eager kid. Kind of clueless, really. I feel like being accommodating, so I ask him what kind of issues he'd like to get involved in. Children's issues?
"No, none of that stuff," he answers. We're working our way down a set of crowded stairs and I'm leading the way. Michael is behind me, with his hands on my shoulders in a friendly, casual manner. "Say, Mystery Girl, didn't you used to write about agricultural concerns?" he asks me.
"I wrote about a lot of stuff," I respond, thinking. "You mean that brochure, pamphlet thing I did a while ago? I don't remember exactly what it was about." (This is actually a reference to my senior seminar class when I helped organize an on-campus agricultural-themed festival and actually did prepare a pamphlet on water pollution and farming.)
Just then, while we're trying to descend the stairs, a man in a business suit is trying to come up, and he's got a box full of brightly colored brochures that contain my written work. The man kind of runs into us and several of them spill. I help him gather them up, and try to keep one to show Michael, but the man wants them all back.
Then, I see Brian from Family Guy sitting at a bar on the lower floor, and he's completely drunk.
But before Michael Jackson, aspiring agricultural activist can potentially meet drunk Brian, (epic!) I woke up.
So, I'm part of Michael Jackson's entourage. He's about to go on a concert tour, and I am skeptical about well it's going to go. I am talking to a pair of Indian girls who are health and spiritual aides of some kind to him. We're talking about things to do for fun while on tour, and the women tell me they thought it'd be fun to learn French. Michael walks in. He's weak, and being supported by a couple people. The two women go to him and take his arms to walk him out of the room. With everybody fussing over him, there's nothing I can do to help, so I sit and watch them take him out of the room and wonder how in heck he's going to be able to pull of this concert.
But he does. I'm backstage (again with the Indian women) and hear the crowd roaring, and the music starts. I hear him start to sing (or lip-synch, whatever), and I just kind of listen nervously, waiting for something to go wrong. And something does. Apparently, he gets into an altercation with a fan whom he thought was blocking the view of a child in the audience. I hear him say something like, "Maybe the little one wants to get a better look!" The women and I move toward the entrance to the stage, and see Michael walking off, holding a baby doll. The women are embarrassed for him. Evidently he mistook the doll for an actual kid. Everybody's a little miffed and fed up about it. (I mean, how do you make a mistake like that?) Michael kind of waves at us with the doll and gives us this "oops, ha ha" grin, trying to be cool about it, which I'm relieved to see. At least he's not having some kind of meltdown.
He sees me and comes over, and we start walking. We're now in a busy public place like a mall or something (or leaving the stadium amid all the fans), and Michael starts talking about how he doesn't want to perform on stage anymore, anyway. He really wants to be an activist. He's rather excited about it, bouncing on his heels and grinning like an eager kid. Kind of clueless, really. I feel like being accommodating, so I ask him what kind of issues he'd like to get involved in. Children's issues?
"No, none of that stuff," he answers. We're working our way down a set of crowded stairs and I'm leading the way. Michael is behind me, with his hands on my shoulders in a friendly, casual manner. "Say, Mystery Girl, didn't you used to write about agricultural concerns?" he asks me.
"I wrote about a lot of stuff," I respond, thinking. "You mean that brochure, pamphlet thing I did a while ago? I don't remember exactly what it was about." (This is actually a reference to my senior seminar class when I helped organize an on-campus agricultural-themed festival and actually did prepare a pamphlet on water pollution and farming.)
Just then, while we're trying to descend the stairs, a man in a business suit is trying to come up, and he's got a box full of brightly colored brochures that contain my written work. The man kind of runs into us and several of them spill. I help him gather them up, and try to keep one to show Michael, but the man wants them all back.
Then, I see Brian from Family Guy sitting at a bar on the lower floor, and he's completely drunk.
But before Michael Jackson, aspiring agricultural activist can potentially meet drunk Brian, (epic!) I woke up.