I put this on the blog before, some years ago. But I was reminded of it tonight, lsitening to a George Harrison song "Here comes the Moon" that I had not heard in a very long time. So here is version two of the same dream as in the post "The Meaning of Life" .
A long time ago, probably 30 years ago, I had this dream: Some of the Beatles had gotten together to play a concert.
It was outdoors in a Greek-style amphitheater in a park. At the end of the concert I manages to slip "backstage" and found myself in a botanical garden, the white marble of the Amphitheater behind me.
There among the flower beds, sitting on a marble bench in the bright sun was George Harrison. I was so exited. He slowed down my puppyish bouncing and proceeded to tell me important things. Very Important Things about life, and the world, and being. I was amazed.
But Damn! I realized I was dreaming. "But I'm dreaming" I said.
He smiled, of course I was.
Then I had a bright idea! If I could only write these important truths down maybe they would stay with me. I hunted up a piece of crumpled paper and a stub of a pencil. I asked him to repeat bis words of wisdom and he did, with a quirk to his mouth, some place between laughing and sad.
Foolish child that I was.
I woke up hand gripped tight around the paper and pencil stub, but of course my hand was empty and the great truths were gone from my head.