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A MASSIVE archive of John Lennon memorabilia!!!

It was in a super-secure vault deep in a cave. The cave would get flooded at times (yeah, stories about the Thai cave rescue came flying into my dream from out in left field), but the vault was leak-proof. Some people took me to see the archive. The items were in boxes like bank safety deposit boxes, but they were on shelves like books, and the spines looked like encyclopedia spines. They took one of the boxes out and let me open it. For the life of me, I can’t remember what was in it. We took the box out of the cave.

Later, when we went to put the box back, the people told me of an EVEN MORE MASSIVE archive of John Lennon and Beatles stuff that Bob Wooler had collected that was deeper in the cave. I guess I had been a good girl because they (current day Pattie Boyd was in the group) took me to see it. The place was so big, I couldn’t see the back of it from the door we went in. Someone held up a cd and said that it was the only one in the world like it.

I think at that point, my real conscious self woke my sleeping self up so that we both wouldn’t pass out from excitement.

Even John knows Paul went too far with that mullet. He couldn’t bear to see his friend look like that. LOL.

I was in some odd western town in the US next to a canyon you could walk through. The little town run by some odd sect of people. They had the ultimate flea market/2nd-hand/oddity store on the planet. I didn’t have a lot of time to spend there (even if I had wanted to!), but I thought it would look strange if I left town 2 seconds after I had arrived. So, I decided to take a look around. Of course, I decided I’d look for Beatles-related items. I found a fold-up poster about PID. I was contemplating whether to buy it or not when my alarm went off. That’s a decision I’m glad I didn’t have to make.

Starr Shine? said
I had a dream where the Beatles transported to another planet. Unfortunately, only John and George were together. The rest were seprate and they had to find eachother.  

I will be sad on the days when Ringo and Paul go to join John and George on the planet they are on now.

I was walking through the streets in London with my luggage (which consists of one backpack and one carry-on size rolling bag) trying to find the tube station so I could get to the airport for my flight home. Paul started walking with me and said, “I can get you to the tube station, Love.”

The next thing I know, we are in an apartment/flat, and he is cooking spaghetti. Between stirs of the sauce, we are kissing passionately. Heavy sexual tension is in the air.

Then we are walking out on the street again, this time I am carrying a brown paper bag with Christmas gifts Paul is going to give people. We both have to go to the loo. We stop at a public loo, and Paul walks into the women’s room with me. I tell him, “No, Paul, you’re going to get arrested.” There are two women in the room. After Paul relieves his bladder and washes his hands, he sweeps one of them up and starts dancing. He tells her that he is having a wonderful day. I ask the other woman if she knows who that is, and she says with mouth ajar, “Paul McCartney .” While in the loo, the paper bag tips over and the presents spill out. I gather them up, and tell Paul I can’t carry the bag anymore. He says, “I’ll carry it, Love.”

Next, we are in a cafeteria of a university student union. A guy drops a pound coin. I pick it up for him. I notice it is one of the new, just minted coins. I ask him if I can give him some smaller amount coins and keep that coin since I didn’t have one and I was leaving for the US that day. I guess he agreed. Then I noticed that the uni cafeteria was also a small grocery store. I thought that was a really neat idea.

Paul and I are walking along the street again. I tell him I must hurry to the airport because I don’t have enough money to change my airplane ticket. He says, “Don’t worry, Love. I will buy you a new ticket because I don’t want you to leave. I want to show you how the architecture in this part of London has changed through the centuries.” I thought to myself that I needed to let the people at work know that I was going to need to take off for a few more days. But, I realized that I hadn’t gotten a data or phone plan for the trip so the call or email back to the US was going to be expensive. Dang it sleeping brain…why care what that cost of contacting them would be!!! You’re hanging out with PAUL MCCARTNEY!!!!

It was present day Paul McCartney in that dream.