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Post by pbirdchat on Aug 4, 2008 12:21:49 GMT -5
I'm sure most of you have had dreams where you are in the presence of one or more Beatles. In one of my favorites dreams, I'm mowing my neighbors grass. I'm mowing the front yard when all of a sudden a black limo pulls down the street of our subdivision. It stops in front of the house and the door opens. Out steps John, Paul George and Ringo dressed in the best 1965 black suits. They walk over to me and ask if I want to play. I say I have to finish the grass but they insist on helping me so we can get done faster. Next thing I know, all four Beatles are mowing the grass in their suits. Thanks for the help lads!
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Post by John S. Damm on Aug 4, 2008 16:52:59 GMT -5
Yeah, those dreams are weird. I have dreams where I meet one of the lads(I don't think they all four have been in my dream at once) or I actually know one of them as a friend and they come to my house or something.
I always wake up having to shake myself as to whether it was just a dream!
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Post by ImBigK on Aug 6, 2008 21:35:33 GMT -5
When I was a teenager, my mother once told me she had a dream where Paul McCartney came by the house, but I wasn't home so she had to keep stalling him... getting him a glass of iced tea, showing him around the yard, etc. in hopes I'd make it back before he left. Pretty funny.
-Big K
NP - Rolling Stones - NO STONE UNTURNED
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Post by vectisfabber on Aug 7, 2008 3:24:40 GMT -5
I once dreamed an entire unreleased Beatles Rubber Soul era album, all tracks of the quality of Rain. I wish I could have recorded that dream...
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Post by sayne on Aug 7, 2008 9:33:19 GMT -5
Since we have a new message board, I'll repeat this story I've written a couple of times at the old site.
The day before John died, I had a dream where I was backstage during a John concert tour. All the reporters, celebrities, sycophants, apple scruffs, etc where all clamoring to get a glimpse of him and to touch him - just like the Beatlemania days. I just decided to let him alone and watch him from the sidelines. As he walked by me, he looked over, smiled, and handed me a BLACK rose.
Then, the next day he was gone. A BLACK ROSE. Whoa!
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