Had another cool dream featuring Paul McCartney the other morning. One of those vivid, right-before-you-wake-up dreams. So much fun and so special!
Found myself in the large back yard of my old family home. I was my current age, and lots of other family members were present, young and old. Was a lovely day, just right for a family get-together and picnic.
Was hanging around the yard, when I suddenly noticed Paul McCartney standing nearby. He was talking to people and playing with the kids, young and old. He was his current age, a gorgeous 80 years old. He was dressed casual, and everyone was very natural with him; he was part of the family after all. I walked up to him, and we hugged (oh happy days!) A warm, friendly hug that was sort of familial. I called him “Dad” in the dream, but it was more like he was an adopted dad or something rather than a blood relative. I said “Dad” in a somewhat playful manner.
He turned his attention to the kids, chasing them through the yard. He picked up a water gun and wound up on the roof of the single level family home. He was spraying the kids with water, and they were yelling up at him. No rooftop concert, though.
He seemed to stumble a bit on the roof, so he reluctantly clambered down. He walked over to me where I was standing near what was a kind of food stand. I asked him what he wanted to eat, offering to go to the market for anything special. He kept joking around, not really answering my questions. He was having a blast giving me a hard time, but I didn’t mind too much.
Suddenly, popping up from behind the food stand, was Mel Brooks. He was wild-looking and joined Paul in joking about food, both of them clowning around like a couple of teenagers. Mel Brooks even pulled the John Belushi stunt of filling his mouth with mayonnaise and then semi-spewing it out on top of the food counter. So crazy! I looked over to Paul who was laughing and, unfortunately, I woke up.
Posted the dream on Facebook, and one friend told me that she often dreamed of her and her deceased father sitting next to Paul as he played Let It Be on a beautiful grand piano. Paul gets around.
Cool thing is that Paul was inspired to write Let It Be by a dream he had of his deceased mother. She came to him in the dream, saying, “let it be.”
Not totally sure what this dream may mean. I often think silly, fun dreams like this are simply outlets for my kooky imagination. A playground where I can laugh and have fun and be surprised. Not everything needs to be scrutinized and analyzed. Maybe just laugh and say “thank you. I’ll have another, please.”
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