I dreamed up an entire McLennon movie in my sleep last night and it was wonderful, with my boys performing a play and being criminals, which somehow tied in together. Once they were finally together, they stole a fancy car and John drove Paul along the highway at 160 m/h with the roof lowered in the middle of the night, and Paul was loving every second of it as he watched John dreamily with a big goofy smile on his face and encouraged him to go faster and faster, being positively ecstatic and high on love and life (and maybe something else), before he started sliding his fingers along John's jaw and over his stubbled cheeks, turning his head to him and kissing him. They were living together in a cute small, but terribly messy apartment and were happy and in love and finally together, but then John died during a (gun?)fight with someone (robin hood?), who possibly had it out for him because he was gay. Broken-hearted and alone, Paul could not stop crying as he went to the beach after the funeral to throw his last memories of John (a piece of his shirt and a tiny amber ball, though I don't know what that was about) into the ocean before he walked away and committed suicide with tears streaming down his face to be with John and not have to deal with the pain that was ripping him apart any longer (I did not see him do this, but it was clear Paul was going to from how he left the beach, still crying but determined). The little ball didn't go far away enough and was brought back onto land and got caught between the rocks, which somehow seemed significant... It was heartbreaking and I almost woke up crying, but beautiful too, especially that car scene.