Lennon states clearly that he was not dreaming), he had “this (egg-shaped) thing in my hands. They gave it to me.” Here is the fantastic in physical form: Coleridge’s dream-flower; Eliade’s materializing rose. Whatever it was, Lennon gave the object to Geller: “Keep it, it’s too weird for me. If it’s my ticket to another planet, I don’t want to go there.” Geller had the sense holding it that Lennon knew more than he was saying.38 Lennon was assassinated a few weeks later.
