dozens dreams

john lennon

2023-09-30

I was driving around with John Lennon in a small car that looked—funny enough—something like an old volkswagon beetle. I was interviewing him for a magazine article or something, and I kept asking him questions about how he deals with fame, but he wasn’t really interested in talking about that. So I tried to steer the conversation to something he liked. But instead he got distracted and pulled over at a big used book store and got out of the car. I followed him up to the entrance, but instead of going in he detoured at the last second and went up to a news stand and started flipping through the magazines. A bunch of magazines had front page stories about the assassination of John Lennon and that’s when I realized I had been talking to a ghost this whole time!

He finished flipping through the magazines and started back to the car. I yelled at him to hold up. “You can’t walk me all the way up to the entrance of a book store and then not actually go inside!” So we went inside the bookstore. It had a big entryway. And when I turned around to say something to John, he wasn’t there any more. I could hear his voice though. He must have floated down through the floor into the basement. What a sneaky ghost.