11.03pm
8 November 2012
27 June 2011
10.51am
oneafter909
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I had one last night, but I can’t remember. It was a pretty lengthy, and interesting. I some how always remember simple ones, but not interesting ones. Which really sucks!
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
11.05pm
8 November 2012
27 June 2011
2.01pm
I’ve seen about two dreams with Paul, which I don’t remember well, but no-one with the whole band.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble.
11.06pm
8 November 2012
3 July 2011
6.34pm
McLennonSon
Ph.D. said:
I dreamed I was George and the other Beatles were making me do illegal things.
That’s just vulgar…
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11.07pm
8 November 2012
5 July 2011
9.45am
oneafter909
A few nights back, I had a dream where Paul and John were zombies and trying to stab me with daggers. But it wasn’t scary at all, it was kind of vague. I think I’m reading too many Quizilla stories.
*17* heh.
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
11.07pm
8 November 2012
6 July 2011
3.14pm
skye
Don’t you love the casually dangerous dreams? But usually when I realize that I should be terrified of being chased by velociraptors, I wake up.
I actually had a Beatles dream the other night. I was at my parents house. John and my dad were in the living room, and John was talking about philosophy (“the great thing about philosophy is that you don’t have to do it all day – you can think about it a little bit and move on to something else!”) and Yoko and I were in the kitchen sorting boxes of herbal tea to put away in my mom’s unusually clean pantry. One of the boxes with a picture of cone flowers on it actually contained two cheese burgers. And Yoko is talking to me, saying that I am doing ok now, but there were times in the past where I had to be the mother.
Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know!
11.08pm
8 November 2012
6 July 2011
5.08pm
mithveaen
Wow.. I have never dreamed of the Beatles lately. I’m afraid to admit I’m dreaming more of Smuag and Bilbo….
Here Comes The Sun ….. Scoobie-doobie…… Something in the way she moves…..attracts me like a cauliflower… Bop. Bop, cat bop. Go, Johnny, Go. Beware Of Darkness … I believe in SH…
11.09pm
8 November 2012
6 July 2011
7.53pm
Georgie
I had one about 2 years ago and it was really weird and random, so here it is.
Me and my family checked into a hotel that was in the middle of a desert. There was the owner, the manager who’s name is Estebon, and George except he was a teenager at the hotel. Something happens which I can’t remember but it turns out me and my family are ghosts. That fact scares the owner away so we become the owners. Estebon tells us he wants to become the interior designer so he does. George becomes the manager.(And now for the good part!) I went into the kitchen and asked my mom how old George was and she said 13. I went into the lobby and sat down next to him on one of the couches. We looked at each other and he kissed me very gently. Then my mom woke me up so I’ve wondered how far we would’ve gone. I was mad at her for the rest of that day
“We don’t die completely until the last person on Earth who remembers us has also died.” – John Lennon
11.10pm
8 November 2012
7 July 2011
1.57am
Jello
Some really bizarre dreaming going on… Wow, I’m glad I’m not the only one with really weird dreams. *lightbulb over head* I shall start a new thread about these fiendish dreams. Ok, stay on topic.
My Beatle dream was Monday night, I didn’t post it because I remember dreams at the most random times. Anyways, I was at my school and it was apparently a dance… But in the parking lot of the school. I was talking to Brianna and Katherine that no one was on the dance floor. I got really mad at this, so I strapped on a pair of roller skates and started to skate on a roller rink that just randomly appeared. I started roller skating really good (I cannot roller skate for my life, yet I can ice skate decently). Then, everyone went to the dance floor and started dancing to Wonderwall by Oasis (I love love love Oasis and Wonderwall). Then, suddenly, a 16 year old John walks up to the dance floor. As soon as I see him, I scream and faint. Last thing I remember was waking up in John’s arms and him stroking my hair.
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?” –John Lennon
11.11pm
8 November 2012
7 July 2011
10.23am
oneafter909
Oh wow, I just remembered of a dream I had quite awhile ago.
(somehow my dad’s always in these) Anyway, my dad, he showed me his new apartment, anti- gravity, that is. It was strange. we never went inside, but then my dad was gone, I waited outside, and 1950s Paul was there. He told me he’d meet me later.
So there’s this fast forward to when I was eating dinner with my extended family in a restaurant. I ran out during the midst of it, and saw Paul outside. We went window shopping for shoes, whilst holding hands and the whole deal. I started chatting with the clerk of the (surprisingly) baby store. Then I noticed Paul had left, and started crying.
I ran around the whole place, golf course included, and ended up in a carnival with lots of people. I spotted my dad in his stripped shirt, but never talked to him. I went into this fortune teller tent, ditched it, then went out, to see Paul there. I went to run to him and talk to him, but he just faded away, like a ghost.
Maybe my narrative skills are zero, but it was a really sad dream, now that I think of it.
*9*
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
11.11pm
8 November 2012
15 July 2011
11.34am
oneafter909
Oh hey, has no one had Beatle dreams yet?
I had one last night. I can’t remember it clearly, though. (Yet again)
It was something like I was (1964) Paul’s girlfriend, and he brought me to the set of the movie they were filming. It wasn’t A Hard Day’s Night , Help !, MMT or anything like that.
And I had yet another dream after that, where I was just watching telly and this promo came on about these three Beatle movies, which were again, none that we knew.
I have pretty weird dreams.
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
11.12pm
8 November 2012
15 July 2011
7.36pm
Desmond Jones
The other night I had a dream that my brother and I went to England and we were shopping at some random grocery store. When we walked past one of the aisles I saw Paul (like, 1970’s Wings Paul) buying Ramen Noodles. So I told my brother “Hey, look, it’s Paul” and he didn’t believe me so I walked up to him and was like “Excuse me sir, are you Paul McCartney ?” And he said “Yes, I am.” I said “Thank you, that’s what I thought” and then I walked back to my brother and was like “I TOLD you it was him.” And then I woke up. Exciting, right? I don’t even know if that counts as a Beatle dream, but I felt like sharing.
11.12pm
8 November 2012
16 July 2011
12.22am
Lucy
A few nights ago, I dreamed this Penny Lane montauge. It was odd. But in a good way, y’know? I wrote a looooong story about it, but here’s the gist.
Basically, Paul and I were skipping down Penny Lane . All the characters from the song were popping up. They were freaky and I tried to steer clear of them, but Paul insisted on greeting everyone. The rain continually started and stopped. Paul kept pulling out an umbrella and saying “Very strange,” whenever the storm started up again. There was a marching band on the street that played a lovely instrumental version of the song as we walked. The dream ended with Paul and I dancing in the middle of Penny Lane in the pouring rain.
That’s a terrible summary. >.< It was actually a great dream. Don’t want to bore any of you with the real story, though.:D
And in her eyes, you see nothing. No sign of love behind the tears cried For No One . A love that should have lasted years.
11.13pm
8 November 2012
16 July 2011
6.01am
AllyouneedisJohn
I had a dream where I married ringo and all the others were there but they didn’t do anything.. Anyways I did something that made him sad and then I got all sad. Cool story I know. But I woke up and was like ringo? Why the f did I marry RINGO when John is right over there?!?!
Keep on keepin’ on.
11.15pm
8 November 2012
16 July 2011
9.21am
McLennonSon
Lucy said:
A few nights ago, I dreamed this Penny Lane montauge. It was odd. But in a good way, y’know? I wrote a looooong story about it, but here’s the gist.
Wow… Did you listen to MMT last night?
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11.16pm
8 November 2012
18 July 2011
2.38am
Lucy
More than a few times.
And in her eyes, you see nothing. No sign of love behind the tears cried For No One . A love that should have lasted years.
11.17pm
8 November 2012
18 July 2011
10.36am
oneafter909
Lucy said:
A few nights ago, I dreamed this Penny Lane montauge. It was odd. But in a good way, y’know? I wrote a looooong story about it, but here’s the gist.
Basically, Paul and I were skipping down Penny Lane . All the characters from the song were popping up. They were freaky and I tried to steer clear of them, but Paul insisted on greeting everyone. The rain continually started and stopped. Paul kept pulling out an umbrella and saying “Very strange,” whenever the storm started up again. There was a marching band on the street that played a lovely instrumental version of the song as we walked.
The dream ended with Paul and I dancing in the middle of Penny Lane in the pouring rain.
That’s a terrible summary. >.< It was actually a great dream. Don’t want to bore any of you with the real story, though.:D
THAT is the definition of awesome.
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
11.20pm
8 November 2012
18 July 2011
10.52am
McLennonSon
McLennonSon said:
Lucy said:
A few nights ago, I dreamed this Penny Lane montauge. It was odd. But in a good way, y’know? I wrote a looooong story about it, but here’s the gist.
Wow… Did you listen to MMT last night?
Lucy said:
More than a few times.
Hehe… NO WONDER!!!
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11.22pm
8 November 2012
26 July 2011
8.54am
oneafter909
I had an odd but epic dream last night. Here it goes….
I was in my class with my classmates, and the teacher made an announcement that the government was going to blow up our country, with no thought for any of its citizens. (Yes, it probably is easy to blow up my country, considering it’s size.) We had 120 days to escape, and chance given, one of the sets of twins ran off to the neighbouring country (Malaysia) in their cars. Everyone didn’t run for their lives till the last 40 days, (Something seems odd with this number 40) when all the transport was unusable. So I went home, to find no one. When I came out, surprise, surprise, The Beatles were waiting for me. And what’s a Beatle dream without Paul being my boyfriend? Nothing. So we embark on our journey to escape together, Ringo jumping around included. We reach this district, which looks a lot like Main Street U.S.A. in DisneyLand. We spot an abandoned house nearby, and bunk in for the night. And inside is my school teacher, sitting on a sofa, as well as an old man smoking his pipe and reading a paper of Chinese. The old man explains that he’s too old to run to Malaysia, and my teacher explains he just wants to die with a purpose, teaching the chap Chinese. (LOL) And odd enough, there’s a warehouse next door. So we ditch the fools and stock up on guns, (Why, I do not know), food and water. Me and Ringo change into trek shoes. And John turns the radio on, which says that people only have one more day to escape. The next day, after sleeping in our bunk-beds, (Which were funny enough, in the warehouse) we embark to run. Or walk. Slowly. We get to a shopping centre, and I spot a Seven-Eleven, which still has someone at the cashier. I buy a slurpee… but am only to be dragged away by the four of them. And then we emerge out of a swimming pool, like the scene in Help !. Somehow, past the highway, we get to the Malaysian Forest. Apparently the police was after us for illegal immigration. Helicopters and all. The search lights land on us, and the Beatles pose like how they did when they were found on the hill in the Yellow Submarine movie. And after that, I didn’t really understand anything. They were acting like monkeys, swinging on things, clinging onto trees…. And in the end…. the love you take…. I’m just kidding. They never blew up my country. All that for nothing. I love the endless amount of Beatle references in this.
There it is. I’m done with my ramble. Thanks.
Edit : Sorry. I mean Mandarin, not Chinese.
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
11.24pm
8 November 2012
26 July 2011
9.47am
McLennonSon
OK……. Either you have watched too many James Bond/Help ! films yesterday..
OR IT’S ON REAL!!!!!!!
Nah…. Just kidding. Epic dream. BEATLES? *imitates voice of Kool Aid Man (Ironic, isn’t it?)* Oh, Yeah……
But…..
Confusing… But still….. EPIC
You get… *is on calculator* 500 APPLES!!!
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