tigerlily

wow. i think the responses to my last journal has to be my all time favorite. and MY response to each and every one of yours was, "ooo! ooo! me too!". i wanted to go back and change all my answers. thank you....

ok, so i woke up laughing from this dream last night...

i'm in the parking lot of this huge, brand-new mega-mall complex that's got a lot of "grand opening" hype around it...like it's a mall brat's wet dream. it's night time, and i'm trying to get inside...(no, not to go shopping)...like there's something urgent i have to take care of. as i'm wandering around lost trying to find the entrance, i keep bumping into the main "entertainment" in the parking lot...specifically, lots and LOTS of clones...yes...CLONES....

....of michael jackson.

but they're quite robotic as well, because they keep saying the same thing over and over. and they're in all different career incarnations...some are his image from the late 80s...after his music had sucked for a long time, but he was still all over mtv..when he wore a lot of buckles and had way too much geri curl. this one would stop periodically, grab his crotch and screech "wooo!". another was his image from the thriller video. this one would strike a pose and croon, "it's just a thriller, thriller yeah...". but the last one was from the 70s, with a big fro, his real nose, and a yellow leather jacket. he was the "R&B" jackson, and he sang, "oooo, baby baby". thing is, everyone was deathly afraid of this one and people would run away screaming...

"aaaaahhhhh! it's the R&B michael jackson!!!! runnnnnnn!!!!"

interpretations please?