All aboard the yellow submarine….

Three odd things have happened.

The first odd thing is that I seem to be dressing like the Beatles, circa their Nehru jackets and love beads stage.  I’m not sure why this is and I didn’t recognise it until the second thing happened.

The second odd thing is that Ringo Starr came to visit me in a dream.  Maybe you’re saying, “What’s so odd about that?  I dream about Ringo all the time.” Maybe you were a swooning fan back in the day.  Or maybe you are a retro Beatles fan now.  I am apathetic towards  the Beatles.  I never understood the attraction.  Ringo dropping by for a visit?  Out of the blue?  Well, that’s weird for me. That’s like having a rabid dingo show up in my dream.  I just don’t think about Ringo Starr or dingos.

The third odd thing that has happened is that my i-pad seems to have adjusted its spell check to the English version.   It wants me to type an “s” where there should be a “z” and to put “e” where normally I’d type “a”.

What is the meaning of all this?  I don’t know.

Well. Actually. I do have a theory…

I think George Harrison may be trying to channel a message through me.  As I mentioned, I’ve never been a Beatles fan, but I did have a favourite Beatle, just the same, and it was George.  George was rather beautiful and wrote most of the Beatles songs I did actually like.  In my humble opinion, George was the real talent in that foursome.  Also, he is the Beatle credited with their Nehru jacket phase.  It makes sense that if George were trying to channel through me, I might suddenly develop a fondness for Nehru jacket dressing.  Why he would send Ringo for a visit and not come himself is a bit of a mystery.  Is the message I’m meant to deliver intended for Ringo?

I’m not sure what it all means but as soon as the message comes through, I’ll be back to let you know.

What is it George?  What are you trying to say?

Peace,

Chicken out

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  8 comments for “All aboard the yellow submarine….

  1. August 20, 2014 at 3:37 pm

    George really was beautiful. And yes, it clearly sounds like someone of the British persuasion is attempting to possess you. But Nehru jackets? Oh, dear… 🙂

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  2. August 20, 2014 at 3:58 pm

    Jayne-I know! With beads! I hope he spits it out soon so that I can get on with my life.

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  3. August 20, 2014 at 5:01 pm

    Maybe you need to dig out that Ouija Board and give it a go. And what's so bad about alternate spellings? *said the Canadian who refuses to give up the “u” in colour, neighbour, favourite and labour*

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  4. August 20, 2014 at 7:51 pm

    Yikes! Ouija boards is scary, Jenny O. I'm a chicken. Smelly shrimp dip scares me. Can you imagine what a Ouija board might do?

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  5. August 20, 2014 at 11:51 pm

    Maybe the message is to go see some good live music (or at least listen to some) while you are still around to do so.

    -Doug in Oakland

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  6. August 21, 2014 at 12:23 am

    That's a good message, Doug. Maybe you are psychic. Wait….you're not…Ringo? Is that you?

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  7. August 21, 2014 at 12:46 am

    Sorry, I'm not psychic, nor am I Ringo (I'm a guitarist, not a drummer).

    -Doug in Oakland

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  8. August 21, 2014 at 1:07 am

    George? Is that you?:-)

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