The alarm rang and I woke up. Where am I, where am I?

Look around you. You're at home.

True. I was in my bed, surrounded by my stuff - the messed wardrobe, the records, the pictures on the wall. I was safe. That was all a dream. But what a dream I had! The Beatles and our gang. But where was John?

The telephone rang. I streched to pick it up.

"Blue Eyes,it's me , Austin."

"Hi, Aus. What's up?"

"Had a dream last night. What a dream I had. I thought you'd be up. I need to tell it to someone or I'll forget it. We were at the road, I was driving a car. Then I ran over someone. We left the car - I was with you, and Mop and Lily and Reg - and, you won't believe who was the man I ran over!"

"Ringo Starr" , I said.

"Wait! How do you know it?"

"Aus, you certainly won't believe me, but I had the same dream."

"Hey, that's impossible!"

"No it isn't! Tell me: does the phrase pleased to meet you hope you guess my name means something to you?"

Silence.

"Does it?"

"It does."

Silence. I could feel Austin breathe at the other side of the line.

"Jenny, it's amazing. Impossible and amaizng. Look, I have to turn off. I meet you at the LIPA. Okay?"

I nodded. The phone was silent. Then he turned off.

What is going on? We had the same dream?! Was that possible? Well, it was, it happened! And the worst thing is that I was not alone in it!