Later that day Michael went back to check on Saronia but she was still asleep.
So he left her be and left some apples for her.
It was late in the day so he decided to head to bed.
He went to sleep and started dreaming.
Dream
Michael was walking in a field. Where, he didn't know.
He saw a horse that looked like Saronia run by, but then vanish.
Then he saw a girl, a girl that looked to be in her mid 20's.
She was in a long, flowing white dress and had long brown hair.
She walked up to him and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Baylaa." She greeted.
"I'm Michael."
Then her face changed to sorrow. And the sound of many voices started to fill the air, in whispers and yells.
They all sounded like they were saying the same thing.
"Baylaa, Saronia, magic, evil, dark, help her. She needs help, help her!"
Michael covered his ears, for the sound of the voices hurt.
Then he saw Baylaa start to fall, he reached for her but she sank into the ground.
He then heard the nay of a horse and it all went black.
"Saronia!!!" Michael yelled, flying up, out of his bed.
His heart was pounding and he was sweating something horrible.
He fell back onto the bed. "Just a dream..." He calmed himself.
He looked outside at the beautiful moonlit sky, gazing at the stars.
He knew it was just a dream, but something about it was strange.
Who was this Baylaa?? He knew that she was a beautiful young girl, but he had this strange wanting. A wanting to know more about the girl.
But he didn't even know for sure if she even existed.
But what did the voices mean?? Help her, what did it mean??
What was her problem??
And what did it have to do with Saronia??
He decided that he needed to visit his horse, to get his mind off of this strange nightmarish dream.
He opened the barn and walked to her stall.
"Saronia..." He whispered.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Hello sweet heart."
She stood up and slowly walked to him.
He looked at her. "I just had the strangest dream."
She tilted her head to the side, like she was wanting him to tell her about it.
"You wanna hear, don't you??"
She nodded a bit. He blinked, but then just shook it off.
"Alright, well you were there, and it was this field. It was really pretty. Then some girl came up and said that her name was Baylaa."
Saronia jumped back a bit, startled.
"What?? Do you know this Baylaa??"
She just stood there.
"Why am I asking you?? You don't remember people."
She looked at him, but then back down.
"Anyways, all these voices came up saying help her and that she needs help. It was really scary in a way. But then I woke up screaming your name."
He stroked her mane.
"Now what would I do if I lost you??"
He then perked up.
"We should go riding tomorrow!! I can show you around Neverland!! Would you like that??"
She nayed and nodded.
"I thought so. Hm. I hope you know how to respond to being rode."
She just playfully nipped at a few of his curls.
He started laughing. "Hey! Now now!"
She stopped and looked at him.
He would have swore that her eye twinkled, kind of weird saying that there wasn't any light in the barn.
"Alright, well thanks for cheering me up. I'm going back to bed. Night Saronia."
He stroked her nose and left.
Saronia watched as he left and shut the doors once again.
She laid down and went to sleep.
What was the meaning of that dream???
So he left her be and left some apples for her.
It was late in the day so he decided to head to bed.
He went to sleep and started dreaming.
Dream
Michael was walking in a field. Where, he didn't know.
He saw a horse that looked like Saronia run by, but then vanish.
Then he saw a girl, a girl that looked to be in her mid 20's.
She was in a long, flowing white dress and had long brown hair.
She walked up to him and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Baylaa." She greeted.
"I'm Michael."
Then her face changed to sorrow. And the sound of many voices started to fill the air, in whispers and yells.
They all sounded like they were saying the same thing.
"Baylaa, Saronia, magic, evil, dark, help her. She needs help, help her!"
Michael covered his ears, for the sound of the voices hurt.
Then he saw Baylaa start to fall, he reached for her but she sank into the ground.
He then heard the nay of a horse and it all went black.
"Saronia!!!" Michael yelled, flying up, out of his bed.
His heart was pounding and he was sweating something horrible.
He fell back onto the bed. "Just a dream..." He calmed himself.
He looked outside at the beautiful moonlit sky, gazing at the stars.
He knew it was just a dream, but something about it was strange.
Who was this Baylaa?? He knew that she was a beautiful young girl, but he had this strange wanting. A wanting to know more about the girl.
But he didn't even know for sure if she even existed.
But what did the voices mean?? Help her, what did it mean??
What was her problem??
And what did it have to do with Saronia??
He decided that he needed to visit his horse, to get his mind off of this strange nightmarish dream.
He opened the barn and walked to her stall.
"Saronia..." He whispered.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Hello sweet heart."
She stood up and slowly walked to him.
He looked at her. "I just had the strangest dream."
She tilted her head to the side, like she was wanting him to tell her about it.
"You wanna hear, don't you??"
She nodded a bit. He blinked, but then just shook it off.
"Alright, well you were there, and it was this field. It was really pretty. Then some girl came up and said that her name was Baylaa."
Saronia jumped back a bit, startled.
"What?? Do you know this Baylaa??"
She just stood there.
"Why am I asking you?? You don't remember people."
She looked at him, but then back down.
"Anyways, all these voices came up saying help her and that she needs help. It was really scary in a way. But then I woke up screaming your name."
He stroked her mane.
"Now what would I do if I lost you??"
He then perked up.
"We should go riding tomorrow!! I can show you around Neverland!! Would you like that??"
She nayed and nodded.
"I thought so. Hm. I hope you know how to respond to being rode."
She just playfully nipped at a few of his curls.
He started laughing. "Hey! Now now!"
She stopped and looked at him.
He would have swore that her eye twinkled, kind of weird saying that there wasn't any light in the barn.
"Alright, well thanks for cheering me up. I'm going back to bed. Night Saronia."
He stroked her nose and left.
Saronia watched as he left and shut the doors once again.
She laid down and went to sleep.
What was the meaning of that dream???
His first goal in life must have been to own a candy store because he loved to play storekeeper. After Joe began giving him and his brothers a weekly allowance, he would spend every cent of it on candy and gum. He’d come home with an armful of it, take a board and two bricks and place them in the doorway to the boys’ bedroom, place a cloth over the board, lay the candy on top of it, and sell it to his brothers and sisters and friends for the same price he’d paid for it.
Michael was also a serious candy-eater and gum-chewer. Before he opened his “store,” he’d save his pennies so that he could purchase bubble gum at the concession stand at the Little League ball park behind our house. One night, however, he couldn’t find his penny for gum and he was so upset he started crying. “Mother, do you know what happened to my penny?” he asked. I knew the answer when I saw Marlon @Marlon_Jackson happily chewing away on a wad of bubble gum nearby.
Michael was also a serious candy-eater and gum-chewer. Before he opened his “store,” he’d save his pennies so that he could purchase bubble gum at the concession stand at the Little League ball park behind our house. One night, however, he couldn’t find his penny for gum and he was so upset he started crying. “Mother, do you know what happened to my penny?” he asked. I knew the answer when I saw Marlon @Marlon_Jackson happily chewing away on a wad of bubble gum nearby.
“There’s too much pressure, pressure, pressure … pressure everywhere I turn …” a diary entry dated Nov. 17, 2008 is alleged to say in part.
“I don’t know who I am, not anmore (sp). Maybe I’m just a father to my children. Maybe I’m washed up.
“The drugs are (illegible) a toll … (illegible) … I’m not addict. But I can’t stop …
“If Elvis … (illegible) … so can I.
“I’ll have a ‘heart attack’ from drugs like he did (yeah, right!)
“I’ll come back, but only when I’m ready. Bigger than Elvis in ‘69.
“Maybe 2009 at Christmas. Or maybe the New Year is better.
“A back-from-dead tour, a real Thriller. But I have to rest. I’m tired. I’m not (thinking) clearly.
“It’s the drugs.
“A lot of fans still love me. (Some) people hate me. Thing (sp) will be different (after this) …”
“I don’t know who I am, not anmore (sp). Maybe I’m just a father to my children. Maybe I’m washed up.
“The drugs are (illegible) a toll … (illegible) … I’m not addict. But I can’t stop …
“If Elvis … (illegible) … so can I.
“I’ll have a ‘heart attack’ from drugs like he did (yeah, right!)
“I’ll come back, but only when I’m ready. Bigger than Elvis in ‘69.
“Maybe 2009 at Christmas. Or maybe the New Year is better.
“A back-from-dead tour, a real Thriller. But I have to rest. I’m tired. I’m not (thinking) clearly.
“It’s the drugs.
“A lot of fans still love me. (Some) people hate me. Thing (sp) will be different (after this) …”