Ireland

Last night I dreamt I had gone off to Ireland by myself to visit with some new friends (and fellow Urban Voodoo Machine fans).  We spent the night visiting and getting to know each other and enjoying each others' company.  I fell asleep on their sofa and enjoyed a very restful night's sleep.  The next day, Mags and I went for a walk through the country side, along a river.  I'd decided I wanted to walk to Bristol in England (in my dream, it wasn't that far) to meet other friends there.  The weather was clear and warm with blue skies and sunshine.  I thought that it would be nice to have some rain - it is Ireland, after all.  No sooner did I think this than the sky opened up and it began to rain heavily on us.  We kept walking, enjoying the sudden rainstorm.  Then it was time for me to be home.
I found myself at a soccer stadium, eating popcorn and waiting to get in to watch the game.  I was alternately surrounded by former friends and strangers.  There was an air of expected excitement in everybody around me, but all I felt was a desire to be home with my family and to be back in the Ireland rain.