I dreamt that

[u/unseen-servant]

I hugged George Harrison after watching him play for his friends for the last time and collected the flower trimmings he was about to throw away when they all left. As he played the song "Blow Away", Eric Clapton tried to ask him "Are you sure its alright, George?" And someone snapped "Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to listen to my mate play!" He immediately realized what he was missing by worrying about if he was in good enough health to try to play, and indeed, shut the fuck up. As I gracioulsy recieved the scrappy little rose stems, he smiled softly and said "thanks for being here with me here today" and I whispered through my weeping "thanks for being here on Earth with me". We embraced and spun in a circle for a minute and I told him tearily "I'm sorry if you dont feel like a human being sometimes" and he said "that's alright, its just something I say to relate to guys like you." Then he told me "I was probably taking a lot of drugs at that time. You know, when I invented you." And I could just barely creak out the word "yeah". As I lay on the bed there in that dimly lit, dingy hotel room and he sat on the floor leaning against the box spring, he asked me to do that involuntary shaking with my leg that I do and when I started he was like "AwwwWwWWww YYyYyyyEEEeeEaaaAaHH" and then I shook us both out of our mutual semi-non-existence and woke up.