The Michael Jackson Dream.

Ummm...oddanary...last night I listened to Thriller and Beat It by Michael Jackson and um. I did not expect this....

I had a dream, I woke up and saw MICHAEL JACKSON looking in my closet. All I could see was his...butt...odd! What was he looking for anyways? A new bra? LOL. Anyways, then I said ''Dude...what are you doing in my closet?'' and I threw a pillow at his butt, and I locked him in the closet.
And then I went to eat Lunch and he barged in through the door without knocking...RUDE...And I yelled at him ''MICHAEL, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU-'' okay enough said on that sentence...and then he said ''Why not? I'm homeless''. Who the heck is Homeless nowadays? THE FREAKIN MAN IS SHAPED LIKE A GIRL! Anywho, he had to use the bathroom and peed all over my Toilet Seat! And then he jumped on the table, his feet in my sandwhich, and started dancing...which is odd...so then I could not have the rest of my sandwhich! And then we went to the mall and he blew up my phone. I HOPE HE DIES FOR THAT! Wait...he's already dead. Whatever, and then I chased him down the mall with a pickle. Then, after he was covered with Pickle Juice, we tried on all the clothes. When we got home he made out with me on my bed...and then I opened my Presents on Christmas and he popped out on me.
WHY DO I ALWAYS GET THE MOST ODDEST DREAMS?