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On Monday night (or Tuesday morning, I suppose it was) I dreamt that I was playing along with Eight Days A Week on an electric guitar that I’d just acquired… the actual chords, too, and it was the actual song. I guess they’re both so deeply embedded in my brain that even my subconscious knows them perfectly.  Although one thing was different… during the last ‘eight days a we-e-ek!’ bits, at the end, they sang ‘eight days a we-e-ek!’ once and then ‘I’m pretty sure!’ twice after that… try singing it to yourself– it sounds rather strange, though it seemed quite normal in the dream. 

I had the loveliest dream last night… 

It started with Little Girl and I in our living room listening to a Beatles album which it might have been Revolver ; I’m not sure. I got the impression that a Harrisong was playing. Of a sudden, some folks walked up the drive and among them was 

Yep, he looked just like that. 

He motioned for me to come out, and so I did. He was now late-90s George, but I hardly noted the discrepancy (I supposed the previous face was a mask or something) as he offered me his arm and a promenade round the garden. (Or something like that. The details are a little vague, but it seemed we spent a long while ‘hanging out’, as they say.)

When it came time for him to depart, he gave me a great long hug (longer, perhaps, than was strictly proper ). In the interest of complete disclosure I must confess I found it very satisfying.  

Then I woke up– and spent time re-living the dream, which I had not wanted to leave at all, and trying to remember it for later *coughcough*. It made me so very happy as I hadn’t had a Beatles dream in the longest time, and this one was extremely nice. 

@O Boogie said
I envy you Silly Girl, I wish I had dreamt about something romantic, but all I get are silly James Bond type dreams. Not that Bond is silly, but you get the idea. Boo! 🙁

Eh!… Some of mine have been a little too romantic– if you didn’t know better you’d think I wasn’t respectable! 

I’ve had a few fab Beatley-Georgey dreams lately… 

A few weeks ago I dreamt I was reading someone (I think meanmistermustard) had posted (I think in Fiendish Thingies) some article about George that was written by George himself. It was round ‘When We Was Fab’ time, and he was recounting his adventures chasing some Japanese lady (before you ask, yes he was married). 

I didn’t get to read all of it before I had to wake up, but I remembered to save the link… then I woke up and realised it wasn’t real.  

I also had this dream where George and Dhani (both of late-nineties vintage) were visiting. I don’t remember much except that George was… a bit grumpy, really. You couldn’t really get friendly with him. He was not the nice George I had dreamt of in post 1011, but then, he had cancer, so you had to give him a break. Actually, Dhani was a lot nicer, and we got quite chummy, chatting about our favourite Beatles tunes… I think we were listening to Beatles For Sale . 

I do remember taking my guitar out as George was preparing to take a nap, and he said something like, ‘Ahhh, thought you’d play for me, eh? Well, not now!’ and I answered staunchly that I was only playing for myself, even though in truth I had been hoping that very thing. See? Grumpy.

I ended up playing Here Comes The Sun for Dhani instead, who was much more appreciative. 

Then, last night, I dreamt something verrrrrry interesting… it starts as some song comes on the radio which started with very sitar-y noises and I mention it had been produced by George Harrison , and then I turn to George, who happens to be sitting there, for confirmation and he says yes. I proceed to ask him several technical-musical questions (the sorts of things a Beatlefan asks a Beatle, you know). Then he asks me to join him privately for tea, as he has something to tell me… 

(My dream-mind informs me that he’s going to tell me that we’re cousins on his mother’s side.) 

So George sits down in the provided seat, and takes his tea. Then he leans over and whispers in my ear, ‘You’re my daughter.’ 

 WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

My dream-self takes it quite calmly, however, though I note that this was a departure from what I’d expected. In the dream, all my life I’d thought I was an orphan, but apparently not. 

Then I pluck up the courage to ask, ‘What about my mother?’ And he confesses he doesn’t know. 

 WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT?????????!!!!!!!!!!! #2. 

Then we begin discussing technical matters of wills, namely, his leaving me his fortune without revealing our relation. I suggest he could take me on as an apprentice, so it would appear seemly. 

When I woke up, I spent a long time replaying and digesting the dream, which made me feel very strange about myself… I had to forcibly remind myself to wake up and ‘Be Here Now’. 

(On further consideration, I should have just told him, ‘I don’t need money; I just want your guitars.’  )

Can you tell I’ve been thinking of secret children too much lately? *coughScarletLettercough* 

AppleScruffJunior said

 <snack>Then cocky-dream-ASJ shouts up to Dhani “where’s Frank?” (why I picked Frank out of the whole newno2 lineup I don’t know, I prefer Jeremy) <snip>

I prefer PhD.