Beatle One Shots

I remember that I was dreaming. Then, I head a knock at the door. I slid out of bed quietly, so as not to wake you. One in the morning. I answered the door and they said "Mr. Lennon, come with us." They looked slightly like the Feds, but I wasn't too worried. They took me to an official looking building, and sat me down in a blank room. "What do you want?" I asked as I let out a huge yawn. "My wife will get worried if I'm not home soon." "We have to tell you something that might.... come as a bit of a shock to you, Mr. Lennon," said Dark-Glasses-Suit #1. In response, I furrowed my eyebrows. "Huh?" I said. "Sir, we have been informed to tell you that your entire life has been a dream," Dark-Glasses-Suit #2. My mouth hung open. All of it? A dream? The Beatles, Mum, Aunt Mimi, guitar, rock and roll, all those songs written, more importantly, you? Eveything we have together? "A dream?" was all I could choke out. Dark-Glasses-Suit #1 and 2 nodded. "Just a frigment of your imagination," #2 said. "Then, what am I doing now? I don't understand," I said, confused. "You are a clone of the real John Lennon," #1 explained. "He died... at least 4 years ago. So the young Beatle fans wouldn't go crazy and commit sucide, they cloned John and replace him with you. They trained you to act like him, gave you his memories. All the Beatles were threatened with death if they leaked this secret." This sounded like something out of a book or something. I just couldn't wrap my head around it. "I don't get it," I said, still genuinely puzzled. "That's alright," #2 said with a Blue Meany-ish smile. "Because soon, you'll wake up."My eyes opened. I was sweating. I sat up and felt my face, and laughed. It was only a dream! I looked to my right. You were laying on your side, sleeping. Then you rolled over and said "John, did you have a dream you were playing soccer again?" I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Just a bad dream, love. Let's go back to sleep."