Well, obviously this wasn't possible. The Beatles were from the 60's. And Im not. So its not them, Im hallucinating of course, because Im not back at home relaxing. So what did I decide to do? The only thing that came to my mind as a plausible solution. I ran.

Not a good idea, I was pretty much breaking down, crying, shaking, maybe even twitching a little. But I kept on running for my life.

I tripped of course.

And everything went inevitably black.

Ok where was I now. I felt my eyes flutter open, feeling like I was blind from the sudden light.

"Ey' she's waking!" I heard a voice yell. Footsteps sounded on the floor, so my eyes shot open. Four guys stood before me. Sure, I recognized them, it didn't mean I wasn't scared out of pants.

I ran yet again. Man I should lose a couple of pounds by the end of this dream.

I went to the other side of the room, up against the wall.

"Hey its alright," one of the men put his hands on my shoulder, I cringed away. I've got a pretty strong personality, but once Im scared, I feel as if I should be put in a mental institution.

I ran out the front door, as far as I could run. After I had put enough distance between me and that house, I sat on a bench for a breather. I had nowhere to go, nothing to eat, no family to talk to, nothing.

So I sat there. I went through all the events from today hoping to see an explanation. But my mind wandered all the way to where I was thinking about having a pet cow. Maybe I should really be put in a mental institution.

My stomach growled. I was so high-strung from today, it made me jump. I was really hungry though. Maybe I should just go back. What if it really is the Beatles. Hadn't I always hoped something like this would happen? It was pretty much the one thing I wanted most in life.

So I stood up, put on my big girl panties, and marched back the way I had come.

When I got back, I hesitantly knocked on the door. It was thrown open by none other than Paul McCartney.

"You're back! Lads she came back!"

The other three came to the door. I felt like passing out.

"You hit your head pretty hard when you tripped, we were kinda worried." Paul said.

"Im fine." I stated.

"Come in," Paul said, closing the door.

"Does she need to come in? I had to carry her here, she can go home." John muttered.

"Piss off dude! I just came by to say that I actually don't really know where to run to, can I get directions somewhere?" He looked a little surprised. I guess most girls he's met don't tell him to piss off.

"You don't have a home?" George piped up.

"Well no. I don't know how I got here actually, but thats a different story."

"Well then stay with us." That would be Ringo.

"What no thats to easy. It shouldn't be that easy. I shouldn't be able to waltz into your house and ask to stay with my her-" I stopped there. Hell, it was only 1962, not many people knew them yet.

"We're your what?" John asked.

"..Heroes?" I looked up. This new body of mine was way tiny, and I wasn't really appreciating it. I liked to look a little intimidating, but I can't really when I have to crane my neck to look at him in the face.

"We're your heroes are we? Ah well now you're defiantly staying with us. No arguments." John said.

"No. Its to easy, and to good to be true, so Im going somewhere else." I marched out the door with the final word.

Where would I go? No idea. Just on a whim here. If I was starting a new life, even though this wasn't real, then heck, I'd start a new life. And maybe the Beatles will be in it along the way. Im just not letting myself get something so easily.

Turns out, this new life thing was easier than I thought. There was a huge wad of cash in my pocket, an I.D and flippin' instructions. Check into the hotel. I followed the directions on the instructions and found the hotel. I already had a room. And there was a full suitcase in the room. So much for not getting something so easy.

I flopped down on the bed. Maybe I'd become an actress. Always wanted to do that. Or maybe even a model. I loved 60's fashion. I checked myself in the mirror again. Not bad. Good face, skinny enough I suppose, it was just the height. Models had to be tall.

Eh, I'd worry about this tomorrow. I was to sleepy to care.

I woke up to sunlight trying to burn off my eyelids. I hopped up and put on one of my new outfits. Now what? I didn't even know what to do with myself. Suddenly I heard the door being thrown open, two guys in black mask stormed in, one put me in a stranglehold, the other blind-folded me. And gagged me, which pretty much sucked because I had one hell of a scream. Actually, did I? This new body may be different. I really hoped I still had my scream.

I was dragged away, and then flung over someones shoulder. I hated being carried. But mother of god, what was going to happen to me? I was going to die of course. Then I would finally wake up from this dream, so I wasn't as scared as I usually was. But still scared enough.

I was thrown onto a chair, my gag taken off. There we go.

I let out the loudest scream I had in me. Yup, I still got it! A hand was thrown over my mouth, the blindfold ripped off. Four guys stood before me yet again. Two with mask. Laughing their butts off.

Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, people of the Earth, may I once again, introduce the one, the only, the Beatles.