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 because just about every night, I have the strangest dreams that often involve travel.

This morning I woke fresh from a dream in which I met 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 resembling Twiggy’s that were the fashion at that time. [In reality, should I sit and show my legs I’d cover them up, 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 the behaviour I would normally have in real life, faced with an awkward situation. 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 involving London, and John Lennon, 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 and I know the dream wasn’t about that. It’s those moments within a dream that I do or don’t do what I would in real life that stand out to me. But hey, I really do feel like John and I spent those minutes together and I am now, this morning, feeling amazing. “Ain’t nothing gonna break my stride.”