Michael Jackson remade his Thriller video. It was mostly him, in white, on a bench in a huge nighttime area with grass behind him sloping gently upwards and into the distance, with a dark sidewalk running parallel to the screen upon which I watched it. This time he was battling the undead, but grinning while doing so, and the battle was more like a dance contest than anything else. Example, the green hands of the undead would reach from behind the bench to grab him, and he would grab the wrists, separate the hands, lower himself from between them, turn and end up on a different place on the bench, his smile never wavering. It was campy and ridiculous. Of course, I was watching this at my mom’s house, and I think she was in another room, but I called to her to tell her about it. It was ridiculous but enjoyable. I don't even remember Thriller being the song that was playing, so maybe it wasn't.
I am reasonably sure there was another dream after that one, but after waking and trying to remember it, all I got was this close up visual of a little girl’s face. She had dark hair and white skin, but her eyes were black holes from which blue moths or butterflies crawled out.
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