Yes, actually! I did have some really weird things happen after his passing.
The first and weirdest one happened one night when I was taking a walk. I set out on my walk during the day, at around 6.00 PM. This was the summer so it was still light out. I was listening to Michael during the course of my 3 hour walk. I was really sad and I needed to take a walk to clear my mind. His singing really helped me feel better and I thought about him as I walked.
When I was about to come back home, I decided on a whim to go to the store and buy something to drink because I was a bit thirsty. I don't drive so I walked to the store. By this time, it was around 9.00 and it was dark outside. I walked to the store, still listening to Michael. As I was walking, however, I felt that someone was following me. I kept walking but I still had that weird feeling.
I turned around to see who was behind me, thinking that perhaps someone was about to mug me or something (which would be weird because I don't live in that kind of area, but you never know...) and when I turned around I saw Michael. I still remember quite vividly what he looked like. He looked like early 90's Michael, with the hair tied back. He was wearing this outfit, actually:
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What I remember the most, though, is him looking really sad. He wasn't frowning--in fact, he was almost expressionless-- but those eyes with that haunting look he has, they looked so sad.
Well, I certainly did not expect to see him and you can imagine the shock I underwent when I was confronted with him instead of some schmoe. I gasped out of shock and blinked, but he was gone by that time. That scared the living s--t out of me!!! D:
When I turned forward to go, some guy who was carrying his groceries looked just as shocked. I don't know if that was more a result of my gasping or if he saw the exact same thing I had just seen. I didn't want to find out, since he would probably think I was crazy anyway.
That wraps up the only time I have ever seen a ghost, if that's what it was.
The second weird thing was a dream I had. It didn't involve Michael, but it did involve Dr. Murray. I was in a hospital setting at an unknown location and he was administering what I believe to be propofol. It was a white liquid that he was beginning to pump and I remember being instantly knocked out. I still felt like I was alive, though. It just slowed my mind down so pleasantly, so deliciously, that it did in fact feel like sleep. It felt like the best thing I have ever felt and more. Not euphoric, but really tranquil. Like a deep, deep sleep.
When I came back to consciousness, he handed me a small bottle of the stuff:
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He didn't say anything else, but from the look in his face I could tell that he knew how I felt and that I would be back for more. After that weird experience, I remember putting it in my purse and going to the rest room. I was then digging in my purse looking for my phone and the bottle of propofol accidentally fell on the floor and broke. I remember being totally devastated when that happened, like a total addict, and in my dream I had only had it -once-.
I would like to make it clear that I don't think I was Michael in my dream. I believe I was my own self. No, I don't know what it means, but it was a weird ass dream.
The third dream I had did involve Michael and it was nothing particularly weird, but it was a really cool dream, so I shall tell you about it.
Michael and I were in a car. Someone was driving us to this huge building. He was wearing the same outfit he did at the 1994 VMA's, probably because I friggin LOVE that outfit. Anyway, I was wearing a 1940's style outfit and a mink fur collar. I remember wearing red lipstick too because I was looking at myself in the mirror. Michael and I were all giddy at going to the place we were going. When we finally arrived and the driver dropped us off, we entered a huge building. It looked like some sort of centre.
We went inside and there were a lot of people who were crying. Some were dressed like Michael, some had t-shirts, some were just regular schmoes, but they were crying. Some people. however, were really happy and they came up to us and talked to Michael. I knew that the people who were crying were sad because Michael died but I didn't know how he was dead because he was holding my hand and right next to me.... so I wondered why they couldn't see him.
The people that could see him were really happy. One of them asked who I was and Michael laughed and smiled in that really shy way, and then proceeded to tell the inquirer that I was his girlfriend.