Nov 24 2008
The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of
On Friday, a colleague of mine told me about a dream she had the previous night. I was in it. As was Lottie and strangely, so too was Darragh, who she has met only twice.
Doyle had gone missing and was possibly kidnapped, so Lottie, Co-Worker and I headed off to America to find him. When we got there, it turns out he was in hospital. Seemingly, to help people, he had donated some unusual organs that only he had. He died, of course, and this made us furious. We were angry with all Americans and blamed them for the death of our friend. So, to seek compensation, we went to one of those places that turns the ashes of the dead into jewellery (this service actually exists) and demanded that they turn the ashes of Darragh into a ring. They apologised and, to make amends, agreed to do it.
They created a giant diamond ring (the size of a large watch) and with that Claddagh Darragh Ring, I proposed to Lottie and she said yes. Incidentally, all of the Americans looked like stereotypical Irish people – pale faces, curly red hair and freckles.
So, there we have it. What do you make of it?
Btw, this morning I see that my co-worker isn’t the only one dreaming about me – Jo is having dreams about us too.
I have this mental image of Darren squirming uncomfortably in his chair now…
Lol, that was a strange and detailed dream. Did Lottie Approve of the Darragh ring?
(watch your organs Darragh!)