dreaming of John Lennon

I am walking down a cobble stone street and have my camera ready in hand. The street is grey and shadowed, I look up and its night time but not pitch black but a dark charcoal color, there is fog and in front of me is a old stone building that looked like it was a factory some time in the 1930's. To my left i see a lamp post and note tapped in blue tape, "this way" it read. I walk towards the door but it open before me and there is chairs and instruments everywhere and as i take 6 steps in the door shuts and John Lennon says "welcome, take a seat more will come in a bit, here is your pen and paper. Oh good you brought your camera."So i take this little black notebook that is cloth bound, and a pink pen, and walk towards the middle of the room and then find a seat. As I sit down, more people come in and get greeted and grab a chair near an instrument but everyone has the same notebook as I do. I did manage to notices a few others just had the notebook only, and this made me wonder "they are musicians and song writers, what am I doing here?" I look at my lap i have my black skirt on and leggings, mary janes and a grey shirt. But then there is a silence as John walks to small stage in front, he begins to say "we have a gift, and a message to give some of us can only tell that message with songs, pictures, drawings, and music. We do not know words that technological to our feelings, but we have emotion within our words to make them feel... its called love of expression. We are here together to inspire each other, and move forward." He walks off the stage and walks over to a radio and plays this majestic tune on a piano, and in an instant images, words are being flashed in my mind. I begin to write and draw in my notebook as so everyone else is writing and composing but nothing clashes it all works together in some way. I stop to listen and take in the hundreds of different noises, and it is calming, but familiar... i have heard this pitch before... but where... an image interrupters my thoughts, and John looks at me and says "love knows no limit, no boundaries, or dilemma for it causes dilemmas in our hearts which is uncontrollable, its not something to analize but instead its something to embrace and take the walk with for a higher connection. Not with just the person but with oneself." I tear up as he walks away, and look down at my notebook its more than halfway full. I get up and walk towards the door, i take one look back at the peace and harmony being made within the noise and people, and take the step out the door. As I walk back up to the lamp there is a new note with the symbol of pause on it. Within a second someone calls out my name, as i turn to look I wake up.