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The Dream Is Over

I remember where I was when John Kennedy died, riding with a friend in his car by the high school, and, also, just as vividly, where I was when I first heard John Lennon sing “the dream is over” on a street in Brooklyn. For Lennon it had a very personal meaning. He had moulted, shed his skin, and become a mensch like the rest of us. For me, and those of my generation, it meant the end of the hippie fantasy, imagining we had the power to remake the world into a better place.

These past few days, I’ve heard John’s words running through my head again, remembering all the dreams that have died since those heady days of power. I don’t agree that God is a concept by which we measure our pain—I’m basically a happy person—but I sure as hell believe in the rest of it. No one was ever more forthright and courageous than John Lennon. Who will take his place and be as brave today?

Give his song, “God,” a listen on YouTube. There are many versions to choose from. And remember, be brave, keep the faith, it’s not over until it’s over.

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I’ll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don’t believe in magic
I don’t believe in I-ching
I don’t believe in Bible
I don’t believe in tarot
I don’t believe in Hitler
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Kennedy
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in Mantra
I don’t believe in Gita
I don’t believe in Yoga
I don’t believe in kings
I don’t believe in Elvis
I don’t believe in Zimmerman
I don’t believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that’s reality

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the Dreamweaver
But now I’m reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I’m John
And so dear friends
You’ll just have to carry on
The dream is over.