John Lennon

  On December 8, 1980 the world lost one of it's greatest dreamers, John Winston Lennon. It's now been thirty years without the man who came to represent a generation of people who all dreamed of a better world. In so many ways we need him more now then ever. He helped to inspire and lead through the music that he wrote. I was devastated like so many others by his loss. A few weeks after his death I had a dream that helped me through this loss.

  I dreamt that I was walking through a suburban neighborhood, it was a sunny afternoon. My surroundings seemed familiar, I walked down the street and cut across yards like I had done it all my life, like it was the neighborhood of my youth. I knew where I was headed but not where I was going to. I felt good as I cut across a freshly cut yard and up to a house that seemed familiar. I knocked on the door and a dark haired oriental lady answered the door she smiled at me like an old friend and asked me in. "John's in the living room.", she said, and then asked if I had had lunch yet. I said no, and then she went off towards the kitchen. The house had a short entry hall that led to the right, a kitchen and then forward and down two or three steps to an open living room. Sitting on a couch on the right side of the room was John Lennon. He looked up at me, smiled, and said hello. He offered me a chair near him. I could hear Yoko asked if we wanted a chicken sandwich for lunch. I turned to look the kitchen was on the raised floor at the front of the house and had a sort of long island that she was standing behind. the kitchen paralleled a room that was on the left of the living room. It was a gaming room. It mostly contained pinball machines. John asked if I wanted to play a game, so we played some pinball, then lunch was ready and the three of us went out onto the patio in the backyard to eat. There were a couple of young boys out laughing and playing around under a hose. We sat on lawn chairs holding paper plates in our laps, eating watching the boys play and just talking about stuff. (I do not remember specifics about what we talked about, but I do know that it was just about family, life, just regular stuff that you would talk about with friends or family. Nothing about his work or anything about the other "Lads". Just happy small talk.) We sat for awhile and enjoyed the day. He was my friend. I told John and Yoko goodbye and they waved me off as I walked out and across the yard to the street.

  When I awoke the next morning I felt good. I felt like John had come to me and said it's OK, now go live your life. I had only told this dream to one person and that had been my best friend, thirty years ago.
  Joe I miss you my friend. I wish you would come to me in a dream and tell me that it's OK, that you are better and happy now and for me to get on with living, bring my Dad with you.