I've had a dream similar to this in the past, but this one felt a bit more detailed.
Yet another dream where I am like Paul's Linda. We are essentially living our lives while the paparazzi follows us.
We are holding hands in public, Paul clearly not afraid of showing the world he loves me. He's a total sweetie the entire time we're in the restaurant, telling me to just ignore everyone watching us.
Once we do leave, some fans ask us some questions which we answer. Paul gives me a kiss, but promises to leave anything more special for when we return home.
We get home and put on a movie and cuddle the rest of the night. Paul can't keep his hands off of me, cheeky boy. Martha even joins us.
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I'm Only Sleeping...(Beatle Dreams)
FanfictionAll in the title. Every single Beatles dream I've had that I can remember. Read before opening! -I started writing/tracking these when I was in 8th grade. These may sound poorly written since I was just jotting them down! -Some of these may be slig...
