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That Beatles marathon sure made you have crazy dreams, I guess when you’re sleeping you forget minute details like how George used Rocky on Taxman .

I had a Beatlely dream last night!

So I was at some goodbye celebration for my friend in my school’s cafeteria at like 3 in the morning. I was there till about 5, then I got a notification on my phone that said that Paul McCartney ‘s birthday party was at 6:00, and that I was invited. Then Mother and Farher Shears Campbell texted me that Sister Shears Campbell’s choir banquet(which actually happened last night) was also at 6:00. I decided to swing by Paul’s party by 5:30 to say hi to everyone, then maybe go to Sister SC’s banquet at 6.

I drove over to his party, and there was a large front yard with horses walking around, as well as someone tending the horses. I walked across the grass carefully as to not step in horse poo, and petted a couple horses. Then the guy tending the horses took them away and the grass disappeared. Then the front yard was filled with Paul records neatly set out Luke floor tiles. They were all albums from Broad Street and later. I played hopschots with the records and got to the front door.

When I got inside, Paul was nowhere to be seen. There were a bunch of people that apparently I knew, but none of them seemed familiar after I woke up. I think Linda was there too, but she was busy getting cake ready and stuff. Then Father SC was there helping set up and not at Sister SC’s banquet. Then eventually I also saw Mother SC there as well. Then eventually Paul was arriving. He was about to walk in the door, and I was excited to meet him, but then the door opened and I woke up.

I tried to go back to sleep to get to the dream back, but instead I had a dream about selling my buildings in Clash Of Cland for real money. I woke up to that dream, disappointed that it wasn’t real.

I dreamt I was watching adverts on TV, then Paul appeared (looking how he does in @Ahhh Girl ‘s avatar). He was sitting behind a desk in some sort of library (Ahhh Girl’s library!?)  and began by saying “Hi! It’s Paul!” I can’t recall anything else he said but he talked quite seriously for about a minute about a subject  that was close to his heart. In the midst of it, I think he mentioned the rapper Drake for some reason. Afterwards, it just cut to Paul in front of a blue screen jumping about and pulling silly faces with some extras. My dad walked into the room and said to me “That’s Paul McCartney , isn’t it?”

No need to stream it, just use your imagination and set your mind free. With your imagination, you can envision all kinds of things, you could listen to Carnival Of Light , watch London After Midnight, watch while The Beatles record Hey Jude , pretend you’re making a cup of tea for some of your fellow BBers, anything is possible to imagine as long as you use your imagination.

I had one a few nights ago where I went to the mall, and a small designer boutique had opened up, called Macca. I paid $25 to get in,  and looked around. There were plenty of green, yellow and blue pastel clothes and linens, along with small home decor, jewelry, and other accessories. Pictures of Paul hung on the walls, and adored other items. I wandered around a little, and found that for some reason it was attached to a grocery store.