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This is one of my favorite dreams...
that I only dream when I�m rely into Michael.
The dream starts with me standing outside a recording studio..... I think I�m there to
record.
I go in and go to �studio 1�
Inside the studo, there is a cell made off glass behinde the cella mixer area olso made of
class, infront off the cell is a bench.
On the bench sits a man.. I go to him and asks if i can sitt there, he says it�s ok.
when I sitt down I can see there�s a person in the cell.... it looks like Michael.... but I cant
be sure.
�Is it.....Is it...?�,I mumbel to the man.
�Yes It�s Michael Jackson�,he says smileing.
�Oh my God� I say almost crying.
I sitt down and watch Michael as he sings *Liberian girl*.
He is wearing a orange shirt and black trousers, he closes his eyes as he sings, and I just
wanna go in there.
When he opens his eyes again he sees me and smile.
�He�s good�,says the man.
�Yes he is�
�Michael can you come in her a second�, says a voice over our heads, I look around and
see it comes from the man behinde the mixer table.
Michael walks out off the cell and as he passes by me and the man I can smell his
perfume.
when he goes in to the �mixer man� i cant hear what they say.
But I can see that the �mixer man� says something to Michael, then points at me,Micheal
smiles and nodds.
Then they come out..they walk toward us but stopps on half the way.
Michael blushes and wishepers something to the �mixer man�. I here the man saying
�No, go on� to him.
Michael come up to me and I just wanna go truh a hole in the ground.
�Hrhhm�,Michael says. � I�m going to sing *I just cant stop loving you* and I need a girl
to sing the second part� He looks down for a second but starts again �I was
wondering....If you could�
My hearts riding a huge rollarcoster.. he asked me.
�Yeah...my godness I would love to�,I say.
�Good luck� says the man next to me.
�I�ll need it�I say and Michael giggels.
I follow the �mixer man� and Michael into the glass cell and he gives me a pair of
headphones.
We start singing and just by magic (as it seems) my voice dont crack once.
Then we sing some of my favorite songs.
When we�re finisht and up on the street again, Michael just hughs me.
�Why did you do that?�,I ask him.
�Just because I wanted to�,he says and then disapers in th crowd as he walks down the
street
Dreamer: Chris (the maker)