I had a fun Beatles dream last night. It was in some old city. Like Boston but older so probably somewhere in England. I insisted on wearing this odd cape thing that had once belonged to George. We went to a restaurant to have food and where the Beatles were supposed to play (Beatles doing dinner theatre! It would’ve been excellent fun) but instead of playing, John and George sat at my table and were making me laugh. Then George said he needed a decongestant and when i checked my cape, it turned out it was made up of Sudafed bubble pacs so i broke off a four-pack and handed it to him. Then we were watching television in a house and some baby spilled drink all over my cape. I was mad at first but then George said i could have his other one and we went back to a room and he handed me a cape but this one was made of really soft deer leather. On the television was a show about blowing up large yellow construction vehicles and it was hosted by Chick McGee. I was surprised at how thin he looked. Then i was walking along a hall and there was Chick McGee coming out of his dressing room and i stopped to mention how good he looked losing all that weight. He said he hadn’t really lost any and i could see that even though his face looked thinner, he had a big belly and a giant fat glob hanging off his neck.
This is the third time in the last five days that Chick McGee has been in my dreams. Weird. Does that mean i need to listen to Bob&Tom more or less?
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