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1965 John Lennon and I are paired up in a multi-place race (like The Amazing Race tv show). During this part of the race, we have to run down a slope that has just a bit of the top of a crenelated wall sticking out of the ground. Imagine just about a foot of each “pillar” in this picture sticking up out of the ground.

Orange snakes were crawling all over the pillars. John said that we couldn’t just avoid the snakes. We had to be calm around them. They wouldn’t hurt us as long as we didn’t freak out around them. He told me that we would be tested later in a room to see if we were calm around them so I shouldn’t just try to get to the bottom of the slope as soon as possible while avoiding the snakes because I’d be found out in the end if I hadn’t made peace with the orange snakes.

He also told me that if I reached the bottom of the slope before him, to WAIT for him. I was not to leave without him for any reason! (Yes, you may sing “Wait till I come back to your side”)

We started off down the slope. I wanted to make peace with the snakes, but I just couldn’t. I yelled behind me to tell John that I was at peace with the snakes. (cue “tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me”). I kept promising myself that I would be strong enough to be calm when I was in a room with the snakes. I got down to the bottom of the slope so fast. 

At the bottom of the slope, I was met by some half-human/half-robot people/things that offered me a hovercraft looking pod that would take me in comfort and style to the next destination for the race. I didn’t take them up on it. I stood there waiting for John. 

OK. Worms. But they remind me of snakes.

Getbackintheussr said
I had a really weird dream last night:

So Paul and Ringo were having a double birthday party at a hotel in New York, and I had been invited to bake the birthday cake, even though I lived on a different continent. When I finished baking the cake, I went to this cafe where the owner gave me a children’s book and said “You’re going to need this”. I took the book and ran to the airport with the cake. I checked the cake in, and went to the security line. The whole time, Revolution 9 was playing at the airport. 

At security, there was this gang of around 20 people wearing white masks. They were caught because they had this chemical in their masks that would cause the plane to glow in the dark. There was an announcement saying we had to wait 5 more hours before everything was clear. At that moment, the book that the guy from the cafe gave me started to shake violently. John and a chicken popped out of the book. 

“I know you’re John Lennon , but who is this chicken,” I said.

“That’s George,” said John, “He plays guitar.”

“I also sing!” the chicken said in George Harrison ‘s voice.

“Don’t forget the purple potato keys!” John whispered before disappearing.

I reached into my pocket and found the ‘purple potato keys’, and I gave it to the security people. They escorted me on to a private plane, where Martha was the pilot. The plane landed, and I got to the entrance of the hotel. I had to sit in this spinning chair for a few minutes before I could get in. When I got in, Paul hugged me and invited me on stage with him, where he was singing. Ringo also on stage, exercising in bike shorts (because that’s a thing you do on your birthday). 

I looked closer at Ringo and realized he looked like an older version of my math teacher. In fact, he was my math teacher’s father. 

I asked Paul about it and he said Ringo never existed. Paul played drums on all Beatles songs. Ringo was a myth.

  

Don’t tell that last sentence to @Billy Rhythm . LOL.