i time traveled a couple decades back, and i was strolling along a pathway in seaworld, alone. watching the marine life seem to dance, the water looked scary and unwilling to remain in tanks simply for human entertainment.

then all of a sudden i had a deja vu experience, the water was overflowing and octopi [octopuses? debate for me please.] were running amuck…

snap back to reality, i’m in a log ride [i don’t even think seaworld has a log ride…] with [front to back order] george harrison in front, me second, john lennon behind me, and some stranger behind john. as our log [it has a roof over it with an emergency exit hatch] starts descending slightly on the track, a half tube kinda thing with water in it, like a river, i freak out and tell george that i can’t swim. he tries and reassures me, telling me that he can’t swim either. that’s when we start talking lots.

george opens the emergency exit hatch, the upper half of his body pops out and he yells off the edge of the mountain [the track of the log ride was along the side of a mountain] and then sees a tunnel, gets back inside.

in the tunnel, the log ride stops, though the track continues. inside the cave-like tunnel, there are lights and instruments, and paul mccartney and ringo starr were inside waiting. so lucky me, i get to watch the beatles perform something [the song, something] live! so beautiful, it felt so real.

paul and ringo stay behind with the stranger while john, george, and i continue the log ride. eventually my deja vu moment from earlier comes true, and the water overflows all over the park, including the track to our log ride. our log winds up going down a few streets and walkways, and we’re so scared. george and i sit in the front while john cowers in the back, george and i kick our legs up and down so as to keep the log moving down the slope of the mountain, occasionally running by a few stores and people and such…

then the scene moves to a convenience store. george, john, and i are buying funyuns and stuff and we see on the tv that there was a tragedy at seaworld, octopi [or octopuses, i don’t know?!!?!] were devouring people whole [is that even possible? does seaworld even have octopi/octopuses]!! george shares a somber embrace, fearful for paul and ringo’s lives while john just freaks out. so we get kicked out of the convenience store.

and the scene moves again to a dimly lit stairwell. there’s blood on the walls and on the railing. john, george and i huddle in fear, in silence with a dozen women and children, poor farmer peasants from russia. jews. outside we hear search dogs looking for us, and hints of german in the officers’ commands: the NAZIS are HUNTING US DOWN D:

and the NAZIS barge down the door, and seize us all! we’re in the back of a nazi truck, hugging in the darkness, scared, afraid, awaiting death. george and i talk for awhile, for therapeutic reasons.

me: this may sound blunt, but aren’t you dead?
george: nope. it’s currently 1980. you’re not supposed to be born yet, aren’t you?
me: nope. if it’s 1980, how are the nazis hunting down jews still?
george: i don’t know. but you’re aware what might happen to us, right?
me: [swallow] yeah.
george: [hug]

and fade to black. i wake up. yeah, so i totally have a crush on the dead george harrison. ohh well. dreams. i should probably stop eating before sleeping.