I awoke, singing "It's Been a Hard Day's Night" - Beatles - I'd been singing it in an echo chamber. I'd been re-recording hits and making money hand-over-fist.
My new house was huge - in an "L" shape. No one could believe how rich I was.
On the property were things I'd never seen. People couldn't understand how that was possible.
There were businesses going on that were "solid gold" financially.
Someone was going crazy. Shooting off two guns, one in each hand.
I remember having some problem adjusting and I suddenly realized that rich people just went to therapy. Poor people had to go to work. But, they kept busy and got better and stronger and became useful members of society.
I had this 'elated' feeling, like I had no more cares or worries. It felt so great!
Oh, somewhere in there, I went over to my father and reassured him that everything was okay, and was able to calm him down. He was upset because no one was helping our mother with dinner. He went away.
- The End!
