Had a dream about Ringo trying to get a Christmas single.

It was a heavy rock song, like Alice Cooper type stuff. The lyrics went:

We don’t need
No one at all
My name’s peter
Fly away paul!

It was really bad. He was screaming it. The single was called DD for some reason.

Anyway, it was really bad, but outside, 3 kids (two being me and Mike) were pleading to the Mother Superior “Can’t we sell it. Then we could have a house. With doors. And windows!”

So the single was sold and did terribly.

There were other bits that I keep forgetting. I woke up and typed the lyrics bit but then I forgot the rest. So I went back to sleep and re-dreamed it and woke up but could only remember what I’ve said.