I woke up with such a strong sense of the changes that I've undergone in the last ten years.
I dreamt that I was Sean Lennon's babysitter. When he was a boy able to talk, but still a little boy.
John Lennon was, by turns, in the dream (neither liking nor disliking me, but largely dismissive), and a memory to the dream's participants. Dead.
The changes came from how little I cared to scheme to get phone numbers and useful info and position myself to take advantage of the situation (which i could tell in the dream was something I "would have done in the past"), and how much I just wanted to do a good job and be counted upon.
I'm sure I'll get hit by a bus soon.