with the others!" Cocking his gun, I
continued singing. "You may say I'm a
dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope
someday you'll join us. And the world will
live as one." "Shut up!" He said again.
Walking up to him, I put my hand on his
shoulder. "You wear a shirt with John
Lennon on it, and you carry a gun, that
makes no sense. You must know that he was
killed by a gun, too." With that he got very
mad, "Don't tell me that, that's bullshit! John
Lennon is not dead!"
Suddenly, I realized that I had
entered a parallel reality, and in this parallel,
John Lennon had not been murdered.
"Where I come from, the reality of earth I
live in, he died of gunshot wounds over ten
years ago." Looking at me shocked and
angry, some of the others thought I was
crazy. Not wishing for me to interfere with
their plan, they were sick of me using up
their time. Wanting us to focus on their
cause, they said that they couldn't have done
this in any other way.
Two women suddenly grabbed me
and took me to the other side of the
restaurant. "You are not going to mess this
up for us." I started laughing, "Mess this up,
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(Brent)
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