"If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian" -Paul McCartney

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My eyes drooped as my drumsticks suddenly began to blur away from my vision. I quickly shuddered to stay lively, as the boys were all wide awake. They continued to play music as I could not take anymore. I mumbled, "Hey, I think I'll turn in." John looked at me as if I'd lost my mind as Paul teasingly said, "Okay Sleeping Beauty, have a nice rest." He gave a quick, mocking smile. I glanced at him through my half open eyes. John quipped, "Ey, Ringo, you got no more beat? I think I might have to try the drums meself." He didn't even act as if he were joking. "If you touch my drums, I'll cripple ya." I said with a heavy, droning voice. George lightly gave me a wave off. With this simple gesture, I headed off to bed.
As soon as I fell onto the bed, my body went limp and my mind shut off. My thoughts went dark and then as I began to dream, a shining blue wave conquered the darkness. The wave fluttered and filled the scene in my mind. Soon, a yellow blur appeared in the background, getting closer. A rattling noise drew closer, following the blur. It came in closer, and I realized, it's a submarine! I'm under water! Before I could control my dream, I appeared in the submarine, not even seeing me get in there. The inside wasn't very detailed, just grey, grey pipes, grey walls. But boy, were there a ton of buttons!!! Multicolored, flashing, small, big, buttons everywhere! I looked around and began to walk, and I turned the corner. When I looked over, I saw Paul. But he was dressed real funny. He had a blue, long sleeved shirt, with light brown pants. His tie was red and yellow, but he still had his regular hair, regular face, just weird clothes. And then appeared John, also in weird clothes. And so was George! I finally mustered up the courage to look at myself, and I must've looked the funniest of them all. A red and blue striped shirt, orange and purple tie and grey pants. Wow. My mind must've gotten crazy. Then appeared another man, an older man, in a crazy navy suit. Paul saw my confused look, and said, "Oh, Ringo, this is Fred. He's our captain." Paul's voice sounded funny, not like it normally did. Before I could think anymore, the sub began to move, and I just couldn't catch myself. I fell straight on the ground, and into a trap door. The bottom was cold and definitely not soft. I found the ladder and climbed back up on the top level. And it was changed. The walls were green and orange. And the pipes were blue. Nobody was there, except for this monkey-type creature, that was very chubby. "Uh, who are you? And were are my mates?" I interrogatively said. He quickly shot back, "Jeremy Hillary Boob, Ph.D. Adhoc, adlock, and quick proquo. So little time, so much to know!" I tilted my head in confusion. Before I could answer, my mind traveled back to reality, and I woke up. The train had stopped, the day had begun and I had to tell the boys my dream. Hey, maybe Paul could make it a song.

Sorry this one was so short! I just got really busy and the time was running! Here's to @sgkirby great job withy the book! I'm sure it will be wonderful!
Peace&Love, Chloe

I know this is a little late but I have been so busy from all of the Beatles stories (BTW I will have that out tomorrow- got softball practice later) and Red Nose Day has been a while now, but I saw the shirt and had to do it. Well I hope you enjoy!!!!
 
Peace&Love, Chloe<3