Dream.
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They told me that they would put me in a cable car and transport me up into the mountains, before dropping me into a gorge.
I asked to telephone my wife to advise her of my final departure. They agreed.
I made the contact and told my wife that I would not be coming home - ever.
She said " You have to come home, because there is a strange man in the house."
"Great," I thought, "I'm not even dead yet and already there is another man at home."
"Who is that man?" I demanded.
"Michael Jackson," came the reply.
I woke up with a start.
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