Michael Jackson appeared in a sex dream. Or was it a domesticity dream? Wait, he didn’t actually appear himself, but this song did. I’ll keep the details brief, but I was playing house with a less quirky version of television’s Zooey Deschanel. She was more like she appeared that time she was the guest on Top Chef years ago: sort of calm and vegan, but still fun.
We were in this house that looked a lot like the Eames House. While doing laundry she busted into a rendition of the “Bad” video, playing all parts. It was goofy but not saccharine. We laughed and went for a walk by a lake until a bunch of people came over for dinner. At the table we got into a huge fight (over what I can’t remember or never knew) and our guests slowly trickled out as we screamed at each other. Then we were alone and the dream continued.
This is not the kind of dream I have often and I wonder if it was my brain trying to resolve some conflicts I have with real people. But as I’ve mentioned previously, I don’t like analyzing dreams. I’m sure this one was a combination all of sorts of things, but if you really want to know more we can talk elsewhere haha.
“You’re throwing stones to hide your hands.”