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I'm cold.

I'm really fucking cold.

When I finally come to my senses I realize three very important and strange factors.

One: I'm not in my bed, and I'm positive I'm not even in a house, I'm in the middle of a train station.

Two: I'm still in my pajamas and my iPod is safely tucked in my short pocket along with my John Lennon cassette.

And Three: There are a shitload of people, mostly girls, screaming and charging at me with the ferocity of a pack of cheetahs.

I run and hide behind a large advertisement, to avoid being seen. I watch as the group chase four figures who are too far away for me to get a good look at. As the four men run closer my way, I inwardly gasp.

It's The Beatles.

The shrieking girls are chasing The Beatles. John, Paul, George, and Ringo. I stand still, absolutely stunned by what I'm seeing.

And then it makes sense, the girls in their 60's fashion clothes, the fact that the train station is very outdated and not technologically evolved at all, and that I see George, Paul, John, and Ringo, alive and young.

I can't believe it. There has to be something else going on.

Wait, maybe I'm DREAMING! This is the best dream ever! It's probably one of those dreams that feel very real, but when I wake up it'll only be a lovely, funny, memory.

Since it's a dream, I might as well enjoy. I start sprinting to the dream John, Paul, George and Ringo, with the hopes that I could meet them, in my dream that is. As I run, I unexpectedly trip and fall.

Of course, clumsy me.

Ouch, it actually kind of hurts.

I'm bleeding! I gently probe the small cut, which feels very real. It stings sharply, causing me to shout out a semi-loud "Ow!" I sure as hell don't experience pain in dreams.

Am I dreaming?

I run to the back of pack of girls and poke a very average teenager wearing thick frame glasses, more makeup then I ever have, and wearing a knit sweater that read "John is Mine!" with a red heart underneath.

"Hey! Wait! Excuse me! Could I bother you for the date please?" It's louder than an airplane taking off in the station, so I had to yell at my loudest volume.

"It's February 5th you nitwit! Get out of my way!" Sweater girl yelled back.

She had a British accent and she was obviously annoyed at the fact that I was getting in the way of her meeting her precious John.

Ignoring that she just insulted me, I yelled "Well, what year is it?"

And then she stopped running.

"Were you dropped as a child? It's 1964! And put on some real clothes, you slob!"

She scolded me like a student who has done something bad, which I didn't really appreciate, but before I could call her some very nasty and offensive names she ran to go and join the running marathon again.

So I'm not in 2010, I time traveled to 1964, February 5th specifically.

And I just spotted two dead Beatles, which is definitely out of the ordinary, since they're ,you know, dead.

Wait, February 5th? That's two days before they go to North America.

So, what do I do now?

I can stay here, stuck in the sixties, with no clue of what to do or where to go.

Or I could go and possibly meet The Beatles.

I prefer the second idea. I have to get on that train!

Again, I'm running, this time to a different target. I catch up to the head of the horde and I start to follow The Beatles, headed towards an open train entrance.

I have no idea how I'm going to sneak on to the train though, without somebody noticing a girl in pajama shorts, a tank top, and fuzzy socks.

The four mop-topped boys jump into the train and not long after I do to.

And then the train door closes.

And I'm next to four Beatles.

"'Ey, who invited the bird?" Ringo probed. He stared at me, with his face scrunched up in scrutiny.

It was so adorable, the way he talked, and looked so serious, I nearly died.

When no one said anything John asked "What do ya want, a signature?"

Oh shit, now they probably think I'm some maniacal fan who wants to take a lock of their hair or something.

"I'm Charlene Daly, and I'm from the future." The words tumbled out of my mouth, I didn't have anything better to say.

"And I'm the Queen! How do you do, Miss Charlene?" John replied in a mock-posh tone.

"No, I'm really from the future! I'm from 2010 and when I went to bed, somehow I came back to this time and when I got here I didn't know what to do so I just got on the train." I replied.

I desperately wanted them to understand and to not think that I'm a stalker!

Paul and John gave each other side way glances and nodded with a smirk on their faces. Next thing I know, John has me hoisted over his shoulder, running down the hallway shouting

"We've captured her boys! Onward, onward, onward!" with Paul, Ringo, and George following.

And for the first time that day, I laughed.