let me guide you to the purple rain.

Alright so a wonderful person made me realize that I stopped blogging about dreams. So I'll tell ya'll my dream two nights ago. Keep in mind that on this day I had thought about watching the movie "Purple Rain" but ended up watching The Little Mermaid instead. (even went to downtown this day)
anyway here's the dream:

*picture the scene in the movie Planet of the Apes where a bunch of the humans are in a jungle scared that teh apes are going to hunt them down and kill them* 

My mom and dad are with me and it seems as though I'm in the past because Hitlers making demands from an unknown place, all we can hear is his voice from speakers hidden well in the jungles.

I'm scared as heck since Hitlers men are looking around for what they said as "colored people" ... I'm scared they're gonna kill me. My mom and dad disappear and I'm left alone.. with a bunch of strangers who like me are in my situation and are looking for a way to escape. I'm not at all panicked that my parents have vanished, Instead I'm relived assuming that they're hidden. I run far and fast and finally come across a random door which I opened. I walk inside and see more people like myself that are trying to hide.

Suddenly, the door swings open and men wearing camouflage carrying flashlights and weapons march in. They're are no lights in this room. It looks more like a classroom when schools over. there are tables, the walls are white .. there's even a whiteboard! as I have said, The lights were out and these men (for some strange reason) were shining their flashlights on everyones shoes. (I'm assuming they can tell whos a keeper and whos a loser by their feet. =/ Anywaaaay...)

I quickly stood up on a table so they wouldn't look at my feet and as I did this someone else climbed on as well and I realized that it was PRINCE:














LOL. I would have screamed or something but one of the military men closed in right when he did that.

*now picture the scene from Harry Potter and the chamber of Secrets (shut up, I'm just trying to make it easy for you to visualize) and the basilisk is blind but it can HEAR everything*

Prince was basically giving off the impression that he didn't care because I could kind of see him rolling his eyes. I'm thinking this IDIOT is going to get us KILLED!!! I put my hand over his mouth because I thought that he was going to make noises. the military man was like FACE to FACE with us.


This is when I woke up... 

LOL And YES, I made sure to watch the movie that following day. THIS is what happens if I put off watching a movie. smh.. I Don`t know why, I wish it didn't.  My mind finds my real life extremely dull do It entertains itself while I sleep.

Basically for those that are confused, I used to blog about my dreams just because I think they're SO realistic and crazy that it makes me laugh. I want you to laugh too. :)

My name is Sharlene and I'm a MJaholic.

 

Heres Why I know I'm obsessed:

• I know every hee-hee and every pow and shamone’s in every song.
• I basically only have Twitter/Facebook to promote Michael Jackson
• I know which album every song comes from, what year it came out, the awards it’s won and EVERY WORD of the songs
• I fell into a trance, listening to Planet Earth

•  I preach to others about the wonderfulness of MJ. even if they're strangers.
• my friend stubs her toe, shrieking OWWW. I always add the “hee-hee” before I ask her if she’s okay.
• I will randomly moonwalk around the house, in public .. pretty much anywhere.
• I have tripped or fallen over something while moonwalking.
• I scoff at the MJ imitators because I know there can never be the same angel again.
• I've listened to EVERY album at least a million times
• I spaz on anyone who says anything negative about him, then launch into a gigantic rant with EVERY FACT that ever existed.

• I sometimes try and force my friends to become obsessed with Michael Jackson
• Instead of writing History, I write HIStory.
• I can’t really listen to anyone else because it just sounds worse
• I Try to sneak him into every conversation topic I'm having with someone
• I know what IJCSLY stands for
• I Went into a sorta semi-depression when he died
• I know millions of inside jokes that only MJ and the fans would know. ex: pond, black flappin, fish. (LOL)

these are only SOME POINTS I might be continuing this when I log back on blogspot. lol I'll also be making one for ms. Jackson if you're nasty! lol

To Anyone Who Has Ever Given Me a Hard Time for Being a Michael Jackson Fan:

How dare you give me a hard time. You don’t even understand half the reason I like him so much. Sure he’s a great role model, and his voice is amazing… but there’s a whole other aspect of why I like him soo much.

When Michael left this world, I was at the lowest point of my life. My father had just passed and even though it had been a while it was at the time where I was hurting the most. I mean all the happiness I had ever known was gone. I was constantly trying to think of everything in a funny way because I was seriously scared that I would never laugh again. His music and his words helped me get through it all. It gave me an escape. Whenever someone would make me feel like shit, or when my thoughts and crying would keep me up at night, I could put on his music and forgot about it for a little while. His words gave me hope. Hope that things would change. Hope they would get better. And his laughter made me smile. Even when it was hard. He brought me through the hardest time of my life. That something I can’t explain in words, you have to live through it. Now that I’ve made it through the storm. Now that I have good friendships and a healthy mind. When I listen to his music or just watch him on tv, it reminds me that I am strong enough to get through any situation that’s thrown infront of me. How can you tell me I am crazy for enjoying and embracing that? It’s not crazy. It’s beautiful. You shouldn’t give me dirty looks, you should give me your respect. I went through a very difficult time and his inspiration helped me get through all the pain from loosing my best friend and all the pain that was caused to me by those few harsh haters i had. Everytime someone tells me I am “obsessed” or they say “You have problem,” think about why I like him so much. It is really that much of a problem? Or when you tell me its wrong to like him because you feel a certain way about him, your telling me I don’t have the right to happiness. You have the right to your feelings, so let me have my rights to mine. Next time your about to make fun of me, or anyone, for liking him “TOO MUCH” or whatever just keep that in mind.

Thanks for reading.

Peace, love, & MJ <3