John, Paul, George, Ringo, and i are walking on a sidewalk that meanders through a park in a city. I am my current age but they are much younger – probably right before the Sgt. Pepper era. There are many people enjoying the park on this day and it feels “right” like lyrics straight out of Penny Lane. There are Frisbees flying, couples pushing their babies in strollers, ducks swimming in the cement pond… Just a nice, nice day. Several people recognize The Beatles and join us on our walk. John is laughing and talking with people ahead of me and Paul. I can’t hear what he’s saying but i can guess by his smile that his wit is sharp and that he’s “on” for the audience. I can see George and Ringo further ahead talking to each other about the roses and other plants that grow along this part of our walk, not really interacting with the “public”. Paul is right in front of me signing autographs for young women with long light color straight hair. He turns his head back to say to me “We're going to be asked to leave for causing this mob scene” and i laugh a little and assure him that THIS is no scene, that i know what his future holds and the small contingent following now is nothing compared to the mobs that will come later. We continue walking up the path and come to some stairs. It reminds me of Barcelona. We climb the stairs and i hear a bell ring. I realize i'm dreaming and wake up inside my dream and wonder if my cell phone is what is making that sound but realize my cell phone doesn’t sound like that, then i wake up for real wondering what time it is. It was still an hour or so before Strawberry Fields and i fell back into sleep.
It’s been a long time since i’ve had a Beatle dream. I'm sure driving through Prince William County shook up old emotions. In the last Beatle dream i remember they were having a concert in the middle of, i think, this same park but the park was smaller and the dream wasn't as colorful. No flowers. I don't think there were any plantings in the park then. Plus, the boys were very young in that dream. Cavern days Beatles, but still very dynamic and full of life. It’s always good to see my old imaginary friends vital and happy.
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