For the first time the other night, while I was drowning in the depths of rapid eye movement, John Lennon appeared to me in a dream. We were sitting at a bar, and I thanked him for his contriubtions to music, particularly with the Beatles. He said "thank you" and then I awoke to the cold, harsh reality of another working day.
I prefer that he would've propositioned me into meeting him in the rest room (hey, a girl can dream, can't she? Oh, wait a minute - I already was!) but I guess Yoko must still have a ball and chain on him even from here on earth. (Yoko, did you forget about your arrangement with May Pang?) Nonetheless, today is Johnny Winston Lennon's birthday so I would like you to dance...and take a ch-ch-ch-chance! Remember peace and love.