Sgt Pepper's dream

I was in a large concert hall, watching the Beatles play a live version of the whole Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album. The band, who had reformed for this tour, were dressed in the colourful, shiny costumes that they wear on the album cover, and were about three songs into the set.

John Lennon sure looked great for his age. But wait a minute -- isn't he dead? That couldn't be John Lennon -- it was a fake! And, if he was a fake, were any of them who they said they were? Was the whole thing just a gigantic fraud? Was I the only one who knew?

Notes for Freudian Reflection

The second Beatles dream in six months (the previous one is here.)

The evening before I had the dream, the thought crossed my mind while I was washing dishes that my past six months of vegetarianism must have had some sort of beneficial health effect. That led to me thinking of Paul McCartney, as I always think of his vegetarianism as one of the reasons why he looks as good for his age as he does.

Anyway, I realised that I was assuming that Paul would outlive Ringo. Then I decided that wasn't a bad bet, so I didn't feel at all guilty about it. The last stupid thing I thought in this little train of Beatlesy nonsense was that, when Ringo dies, any Paul McCartney solo concert will effectively be a reunion of the surviving Beatles.

Was George Harrison a vegetarian? No idea. He probably was, which kind of undercuts my Beatles-based theory of the health benefits of vegetarianism.