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OneYearAgo

A couple of weeks ago, I made a passing reference to the fact that the BMW 2002 is my favorite car. Since then, this blog has gotten an incredible number of hits from people who are doing Google searches for “BMW 2002”. I mean, it makes sense, but if I’d known how many hits I’d get, I would’ve included that little tidbit a long time ago, along with others like music, sex, the Beatles, Japan, France, Ralph Nader, guitars, Oriental rugs, sushi, Mellotrons, Chamberlins, Haruki Murakami, Jon Brion, cuddling, This American Life, and countless other references to things that I’m interested in.

Who knew that such an innocuous reference would generate so much traffic?

Word to the wise, fellow bloggers. . .word to the wise.

In this dream, I’m walking through a Beatles museum. It’s a round building of a very modern design. It consists of a long, curving main hallway with a multitude of small, separate rooms on each side of the hallway. All the walls and floors are white, but each one is decorated in a slightly different style.

Each room is crammed full of pictures, and some of the rooms are devoted to clothes that were worn by the group. Others are devoted to guitars. Still others are filled with vintage four-track tape machines which visitors can use to listen to rare recordings, and make their own remixes (for a steep extra fee, of course).

As I’m walking by myself through this museum, I turn and walk into a newly-built room that is filled with only a few smallish pictures on two of the walls, a large blackboard on the third wall, a white tile floor. . .and three of the actual, live Beatles. It’s John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr, looking as they did in late 1964 or early 1965.

The three guys are sitting on the floor, leaning back against the blackboard wall. They are talking with each other and laughing, as a group of about eight or ten children sit on the floor and color. In the middle of the floor there is a small, round white viewing table with a glass top. The table spins slowly, thanks to a small electric motor inside it. The kids’ teacher walks in the room, so I sit down on top of the table.

It is only then that we all notice what the kids have been coloring all this time. They’ve been using their crayons to color the individual tiles on the floor of the room. They have also written a bunch of short phrases and letters all over the white table top. The teacher is horrified, and she starts to talk very seriously to the kids. She grabs the little cardboard box and starts to collect all the crayons, but the Beatles are actually impressed with how beautiful the multi-colored floor looks now, especially compared to the stark white of the rest of the museum. Ringo tells the teacher to “let ’em keep at it,” and Paul starts to theorize about how “in a million years, this room will be the most famous room ‘ere, ’cause it’s our favourite” and because “we actually hung out in here and all that.”

The teacher seems to think I’m a member of the Beatles, so I decide to play along and pretend to be George Harrison. Since I’m still sitting on the table, she asks me if I’m the one who wrote all over it. I say, in a very distinguished-like Liverpudlian accent, “It might appear that way, but it wasn’t me. I only thought about it.” I point at one of the kids. “He’s the one who wrote it all.” Everyone in the room laughs. I leave my arm outstretched, and as the table spins around to the kid I pointed at, he grabs my finger, holds on, and runs around the table like it’s a merry-go-round.

It’s a very sweet and hilarious moment, and that’s when I woke up.

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p.s. – I don’t know why I’ve had so many vivid and strange dreams lately, but I’ve certainly enjoyed them, and obviously I’m happy to keep posting them here.

p.p.s. – It’s snowing!