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6 May 2013
4.47pm

Sky999

LongHairedLady said 

Sweet Jesus I dreamt about Paul last night! I will share because it was PG…

It was a long and messed up dream, but this is what sticks out in my brain: It was in a bathroom. Linda was there… it was an 80’s-ish version of Paul. Basically we made out for a few minutes in the bathroom, and that was it. I wanted more but he said no. I apologized to Linda for Loving her husband….

That’s pretty much it… oh yeah, and he was the best kisser ever. 

 Did Linda say anything after you apologized or did it just end?lol 

6 May 2013
6.58pm

unknown

This morning, I woke up, watched a video of Paul on YouTube, went back to sleep, and had a dream about nowadays Paul. I never dream about Paul, maybe I should start doing that every night. I was waiting to see him in Milwukee, and I stopped at some store, and was looking at these Beatles dolls. Then Paul walked by, and I went up to him and told him how I love him and was going to see him that night. He then invited me to his hotel room and he gave me a really long hug. I tried to stop hugging him twice, but he didn’t let go For a while. Then after he finally let go he awaked me if I was okay because I was shaking, and I said I was. Then I woke up.

All living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit

6 May 2013
9.52pm

fabfouremily

I read the first chapter of ‘Red Hall’ when I didn’t really know what it was about. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. I feel a bit dirty for being interested in reading the rest…

Had a dream the other night which John was in. He was wearing his white suit off the AR cover and his hair was really long and messy, more so that it was at that time. I don’t think he spoke, which is a shame. I can’t remember him doing anything in particular either

”We’re just knocked out. We heard about the sell out. You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people. We’re so happy we can hardly count.”

7 May 2013
3.35am

LongHairedLady

There is one chapter that is just terrible, there is even a disclaimer in case the reader wants to skip it. Really kinda messed up but also really sad… I stuck through it, but sweet merciful crap, it’s pretty bad.

“Please don’t bring your banjo back, I know where it’s been.. I wasn’t hardly gone a day, when it became the scene.. Banjos! Banjos! All the time, I can’t forget that tune.. and if I ever see another banjo, I’m going out and buy a big balloon!”

2 May 2013
4.40am

Gerell

I dreamt of a cartoon Ringo last night, he was singing With A Little Help From My Friends , he fell of the stage and had to be taken to the hospital. People became angry, a few seconds later he came back but as a live person and started singing as if nothing ever happened.

“And in the End the Love you take is equal to the Love you make”
“When I was a robber *Piano Chord* in Boston Place”
“Let’s hope this turns out pretty darn good huh”
“Pete may be the best, but Ringo is the star”
Paul:”Don’t be nervous John”
John:”I ‘m not”

22 May 2013
12.48pm

fabfouremily

I was in a street I recognised in Liverpool in my dream last night, and I remember a young John (possibly about 17, or so) being in there somewhere but I can’t remember what happened

”We’re just knocked out. We heard about the sell out. You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people. We’re so happy we can hardly count.”

12 June 2013
4.53pm

parlance

Last week, during finals, I dreamt that I had to work on a project which in real life I’d already completed and turned in. In the dream, all my work in the computer would disappear. *poof* “Why isn’t this working?!” I wailed. Then Paul suddenly showed up at my side with thumbs aloft and said, “Don’t worry, you can do it!” And I yelled at him, “Why are you here?!”

LOL, I love that I was so frazzled I couldn’t even appreciate that Paul McCartney had shown up just to cheer me on.

parlance

Beware of sadness. It can hit you. It can hurt you. Make you sore and what is more, that is not what you are here for. – George

14 June 2013
6.39pm

Johnnys my love

So I’m new and all and I stumbled upon this thread and I knew I just had to respond. I don’t usually have Beatles dreams these days, sadly, but when I was younger and unhealthily obsessed(I still am kinda) with them I had a good number of them and a certain few stick out in my mind.

So by far my favorite and best one was a dream I had that took place in the Cavern sometime in what seemed to be 1963. I vividly remember this dream because I wrote it down but also because it was so real, oh and also it was in black n’ white which a good number of my dreams are. So of course the Beatles were there all playing some of there songs and cover songs and I was right up front near the stage and singing along widly. After there performance they invited all the girls to come up and have a few words for them. Now I started to go to Paul in this dream, probably because he was my favorite back then, but something in my dream made me turn away from Paul who was swarmed with girls as were George and Ringo and go to John who was all alone. He looked up at me and asked me why I chose to come to him and why I wasn’t over there with Paul and I told him it was because he seemed lonely and liked him. He looked surprised and told me he was already married and never got any of the fans to which I smiled and replied back, “Well you got one.” We hugged and I told him I loved him and he thanked me and told me I better move along if I wanted to go see Paul so I started back throws Paul and but just as I made it to him the scene began to fade and I woke up. At first I was very angry that I, in my dream hadn’t gone to Paul in the first place but later I was very happy with how I turned out.

Sometimes I wonder, and this is very strange so I don’t blame you guys for judging me, if John himself sent me that dream. Which brings me to my next dream.

So a few years ago I had a recurring dream about this cowboy without a name. It was before I ever heard the song “Rocky Raccoon ” because for a long time I focused mainly on the Beatles older stuff. So a few dreams later with this guy I in my dream finely got his name because some voice within the dream itself whispered “Rocky” to me. So a few days later I stumbled upon the song while browsing you tube and it is now one of my favorite Beatles songs. So it’s not really that impressive I guess but I thought it was amazing when it happened.

And my last Beatles dream I can remember is from a long long time ago. It was a very dirty dream involving young ’64 Paul, a cruise and a bedroom. It was one of the best dreams I have ever had and made me happy all day.

20 June 2013
6.04pm

parlance

I dreamt that I was working on a creative project while borrowing a friend’s equipment. It turned out that the room where I was working was in a hall where a Beatles convention was taking place. The friend I was borrowing the equipment from morphed into Paul, circa 1980s. Not even batting an eye, I told him I wouldn’t be working much longer and he could have his equipment back. He said it was no problem, and he put on a disguise and went out to peruse the dealer tables at the convention.

He came back with a poster with John’s face with a quote attributed to John that wasn’t actually his – it was much like the fake quote that always gets

circulated that claims John told one of his grade school teachers she didn’t understand life. And Paul asked me if I knew where the fake quote originated from, and I told him it came from one of those cutesy “Love Is…” comics. He balled up the poster in disgust and said that Brian Epstein gets very annoyed when he sees merchandise with those fake quotes.

Whoa. So, in the dream it seemed like John wasn’t alive, but Brian was. And I haven’t thought of those Love Is… comics in, well… decades. Very odd.

parlance

Beware of sadness. It can hit you. It can hurt you. Make you sore and what is more, that is not what you are here for. – George

10 July 2013
5.30pm

Funny Paper

I’ve never had a dream about any musician ever.

I used to have a recurring dream, however, where I could play jazz on the trumpet with the greatest of ease (in real life, I could never play any wind instrument, though I have tried flute and clarinet and saxophone — with disastrous results…)

Faded flowers, wait in a jar, till the evening is complete… complete… complete… complete…