Weird Dreams
I had a truly bizarre dream last night. This is how it went (Truly absurd parts will be preceded by the phrase “WEIRD PART”.):
I don’t remember all of it, but I remember there was a blue penguin named Let It Be who had gone missing, so I was looking for him, I think. And I was in this auditorium, but I was invisible. There were some intestines (?) floating next to me…they were also invisible, fortunately. I was standing on a stage behind a wall or something, and I looked around it.
WEIRD PART: Paul McCartney was on the stage. (Just…don’t ask. My Beatles obsession extends to my dreams sometimes.)
Here I should explain that there is someone mentioned in the book I’m reading–I don’t know if this is a real person–who is referred to as Lord Macartney, as I remember. For some reason, in the dream, I knew that this character was in the play or whatever.
WEIRD PART: I remember thinking, in the dream, that it was funny that Paul McCartney was apparently playing this Lord Macartney person.
I don’t remember what happened after that.
If you laugh at me, I will do something bad to you.
