I was possessed by John Lennon
W hen I was a teenager, the Beatles were my favourite band - although they broke up when I was a baby. One night, I dreamt that I was outside the Dakota building where John Lennon lived in New York, chatting away to him. I asked him a question but he just laughed gently, as if to say, ‘I’m dead, you idiot!’ Then he gave me a vial of magic perfume to sniff and we went off flying together!
Yes, it was a crazy dream – but after that I felt strangely connected to John Lennon.
When I was 19, I moved from Nashville to New York to study acting. My student housing was in the Beacon Hotel above the old China Club, which was the hip and happening night club of the 80s. I often saw John Lennon’s son Julian there - although he was in the roped off celebrity area while I was squashed with my mates on the dance floor! Still, I developed a bit of a crush on him.
But one night, I ended up sitting on the same table as him. Julian had a date, so we didn’t speak to one another.
I headed to the bar to get a Sex On The Beach cocktail (it was the 80s after all!), and spotted a huge, beautiful pure white feather lying on the ground. I picked it up as I walked back to the table.
Julian was saying his goodbyes – and I had this sudden overwhelming urge to tickle him with the feather. So I did!
He gave me an incredibly shocked look, and I was so embarrassed, I tried to cover up my faux pas by ticking everyone else!
Not long afterwards, I told my new boyfriend about the feather incident.
‘You don’t know about the feather?’ he gasped.
He pulled out an old interview Julian had done with
Rolling Stone magazine. Julian said that his father had told him that, when he died, if he could communicate from the other side, he’d drift a white feather across the room.
Julian looked out for that white feather but never saw it.
And then I tickled him with one! No wonder he looked at me the way he did.
Seriously, what are the odds of me finding a gigantic beautiful plume on the floor of a dirty New York nightclub the one night I get the chance to sit at Julian Lennon’s table - and actually have the nerve to put that feather literally under his nose?
I guess it could have been coincidence, but I like to think that I was somehow a vessel for John’s communication to his eldest son!
John gave me a vial of magic perfume
John Lennon: Legend Tickled: Julian Lennon Feather: Communication