Odd dream that happened: I was out in some unknown village, next to a farmer's field, standing and talking with a guy I didn't even know, and across the road, a boy appeared on his bicycle and called out to me, using my name. We both look over and the boy whacked his right arm into the crook of his elbow and shot up his middle finger, shouting: "THANKS FOR THAT!" I look puzzled, and asked the guy I'm with to explain what had just happened, but he wouldn't answer me. Then a few more kids appeared and did the same thing. By now, I'm unnerved, but the guy still won't help me out. Then more people appear next to us, getting in my face and coming out with vague accusations, none of which make sense. Terrified, I ask the guy: "What are they on about? What are they saying I've done?" He finally said: "Apart from Mexico, which we know about, they're saying you were responsible for the death of Yoko Ono." I said: "What?!" In the field were two pianos, facing each other, and seated at each one were two sets of people - four pianists. Then the alarm went off.