Deep inside where the Beatles reside

Just woke from the maddest dream.

I found myself present at a Beatles session, I saw only John and Paul but heard them all as I was behind a sound dampening partition. John said he was about to play a song that he and Paul had just written called “Take me out” and went on to make a wisecrack about an assassin. I almost blurted out the obvious. Upon waking I googled “Take me Out” to double check it wasn’t an outtake I’d missed. It wasn’t. But in the dream it sounded like all Lennon’s gems rolled into one. I could hardly contain myself. My producer, Leo, and I just sat there like children, listening in awe, shaking our heads as the signature voice and drums sound filled the room. Yoko was dancing herself into a frenzy apparently oblivious to those around her. But still, there was nothing strange about this, it seemed natural enough.

I then found myself sitting beside Linda, holding hands of all things, telling her how lucky she and Paul were, as I knew but she didn’t, that their marriage would last. Again, almost blurted out that she would leave earlier than she should. Although I did have a feeling in the dream that Linda and co somehow had an inkling to their own respective fates. Funny because I've never fancied Linda and Lennon’s wisecrack almost seemed like the ultimate in black humour. Maybe we were all going back. Linda then put her head on my shoulder and I jokingly asked if she’d any sisters, cousins perhaps? She laughed for me. Then my dad stumbled in dancing a silly dance, tripped and fell before us. Slightly embarrassed, Linda looked at me as if to say “what's he on?”. He got up, we all laughed, but mine came from behind a computer screen. I wanted to hide my red face. Then I woke up. How deep the Beatles reside.