I had a dream the other night where I was sleeping next to a Beatle… [spoiler]fully clothed.
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I don't know which Beatle it was though.
In the dream, the unidentified Beatle got up to leave, and I said something along the lines of "no, don't, we should totally go guitar shopping tomorow" [spoiler] even in my wildest dreams, I don't come up with very persuasive arguments [/spoiler]
Then I woke up to the sound of tearing paper. As it turns out, my cat had attempted some acrobatic jump-onto-the-windowsill move, and had ended up tearing one of my many Beatles posters.