It was getting dark outside and I was going to the bus station to go to another town in my country where they have the biggest H&M store. I was only in my pajamas, with no money on me and no purse and cellphone, but I got in the bus anyways. When I realized that I couldn’t contact anyone, that I had no money to buy that coat I really wanted from H&M, I started to panic. I was about to cry when I looked to my right and there was old!Paul McCartney. He told me that everything is alright, that at the next stop, we’ll talk for sure about my problem. At the next stop, it seems like he owned a some sort of cottage-like house, and the rooms were dimly lit. He offered me a cup of hot chocolate and asked me what was wrong. i told him that I still like my ex boyfriend and that he won’t say “hi” to me 1st at school and that he dumped me for no reason, and that the other guy that I fancy doesn’t seem to be interested in the things I say as he used to be. I started crying, and Paul told me to look him in the eyes. He said that I am wonderful and beautiful girl, that I have to ignore them and make them suffer at the same time, because they are obviously not worth it and there is my prince charming waiting for me there and I will meet him very soon. He took my hand and I woke up. I must say it was quite effective, I started ignoring those guys and felt more confident. It’s kind of embarrassing that a dream with Paul kind of changed me, when my friends have been trying so hard to shut me up.
SO, I remember the first ever Beatle-type dream I ever had was I was walking to 7-11 gettin’ a slushie or something and I guess I was too consumed with my thoughts on whether to get a cherry or blue raspberry flavour because I was completely oblivious to the fact that George Harrison was walking right in front of me. I only noticed once he dropped his guitar on the ground and he kept walking without realizing it (like seriously, how do you not notice dropping your electric guitar?). I snatched it up and ran after him to return it. He went into the 7-11 (getting food most likely) and I followed him in, running up and saying “Um, Mr. Harrison, I believe you dropped your guitar.” He turned around with this clumsy look on his face like this sort of thing happened normally(?) and without a word, took it back. I waited a second and said, “Oh please could I have your autograph!! I’m such a huge fan!” He complied, again without saying anything, and then I left. But before so, I turned back to him and, I shit you not, the smile and look he gave me was basically him on the Let it Be cover. Like the exact thing. It was weird. I then got my slushy and then skipped merrily home with my blue raspberry slushy (‘cause I knew you were totally wondering which I decided on) and autograph.
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