I woke up around noon, which was typical, and turned on the radio. Beatles music played without interruption for an unusually long time. When the announcer finally spoke in a somber voice of "the tragedy in New York ", I guessed : Paul in a plane crash . When things became clearer though, and the shock waves thundered in, I struggled to stop time and go back to the dream from the night before. Amazingly I'd had this strange sort of encapsulation/biography of John's life! Once years earlier, during Beatlemania I dreamed I was one of the lads. We were running through back alleys and such, all together then, and they were shouting "c'mon mate" and things like that, as excited kids were chasing us. It really felt like I was one of them! It was one of my favorite dreams growing up and gave me this absolutely thrilling feeling of what it was like to be famous and popular. Anyways, I also sadly know what it's like to feel dead - that's when you left