The Night I Met John Lennon
There’s a song that begins; “Last night I had the strangest dream, I sailed away to China….”
I could sing those words most mornings as I pretty much, every night, have the strangest dreams that often involve travel.
This morning I woke fresh from meeting John Lennon. He was sitting in an open space back of house, waiting to be called on stage to perform. I was part of the Operations team helping out Logistics, making sure everything was functioning as it should and keeping the staff watered and fed.
It was the mid 60s in London and I was dressed in a mini skirt with black fishnets. I brought a drink to one of the crew and caught John’s eye. “Nice stockings” he said. I took that as an invitation and sat on his lap. [This is a confidence I’d never have in real life so it’s these types of things in my dreams that intrigue me.] I looked at my legs and saw chunky ill-defined limbs, far from resemblingTwiggy’s that were the fashion at that time in history. [Had this happen in my reality I’d cover up my legs, so again it was interesting that I didn’t do that in my dream.]
“Where are you from?” he asked . “London, I said.”
The slight change in his expression made me think he wasn’t impressed with the fancy-schmancy big city life so I quickly followed up with; “but I’m only living here for a while”.
“I’m actually from Adelaide, you know, in South Australia”.
“I know it”, he said. “I spent two years there and made a movie in the Northern Territory.”
[Remember this is a dream, folks!']
“Is that why you stayed in Australia for two years, because you made a movie?" I asked.
“No, I would’ve stayed that long anyway, I liked it”.
After a short silence and while still sitting on his lap with just inches between his face and mine I felt compelled to make the most of this incredible moment. Another force took over. I looked him in the eye and said, “I have to tell you, I love you. I really, really love you. A lot”.
He looked uncomfortable and I was OK with that because I’d declared my truth. I said what I needed to say. Yet at that point in my dream I did match behaviour I would have in an awkward situation in my awakened life. I took the role of the fixer, the helper, the servant, diverting attention and making things “better” in my way.
“Can I get you anything before you go on stage?” I asked.
Then it was John’s turn to try it on with me. Looking me square in the eye and with his trademark cheeky smirk, he said, “I’d like some marijuana in a whisky glass”. I grinned back and held his stare for a few seconds before I said “I can’t help you, I’m a good girl”.
I purposely chose those words to signify, in my own way, that I wasn’t one night stand material. If he wanted me, it was for the long haul.
And with that, last night’s strangest dream in which I sailed away to London, ended.
What a night.
The significance? Who knows. I can make it what I will. I don’t really love John Lennon in that way. The dream wasn’t about that. It’s those moments where I don’t and do do what I would in real life that are significant. But hell, I really do feel like John and I spent those minutes together and I am now, this morning, feeling amazing. With the thoughts of having the strangest dreams I have this song running through my head. Ain’t nothing gonna break my stride.
