Well, the most recent one I had was in 1964. I was dancing in the middle of a cul-de-sac with a friend, and some girl on a bicycle just rolled by screaming, "The British are coming! THE BRITISH ARE COMING!" I was all curious and said, "A bit late there, huh?" And she said, "No! The Beatles are coming!" And she kinda just biked away screaming.
Then, the scene literally changed and I was walking down a street wearing heels and nylons and a woman suit, which are things I totally wouldn't wear, and I was with my cul-de-sac dancing partner. I got something in my heels so I stopped and I told my dance partner to stop for a second. I was using her to help balance myself so I could get the thing out of my shoe, but then she left and I fell over. My nylons ripped, so I just kinda ripped them off right there and threw them away. I got all mad at my balance beam dance partner friend, so I chased her in my suit and heels. Then, she started chasing me. I lost her and I totally needed to rest. So, I sat down at some bench, and these guys were all like, "Hey. Come here. Looks like you're needing to hide." So I sat with them, and it was The Beatles all in disguise! I didn't scream, and they were all surprised. Then, we ended up talking for quite some time. George gave me a pen, John gave me a hat, Paul gave me a tie, and Ringo gave me a ring. My friend found me. SHE'S the one who screamed and wanted their hair. That's all I remember of the dream.