Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Sweet dreams are made of this.

Dreams are the outlet of our subconscious. It is only natural that in these stressful times, dreams are getting weirder and weirder.

Last night I dreamed that I was going to a dinner party.
I know! A group of people meeting, chatting and eating together. Sounds so last decade!
My host told me that It was my duty to keep whoever was beside me at ease and to keep the conversation flowing.
Fair enough.
I sat down at my place and looked to my right. There was....
The reverend Ian Paisley!!!
I looked to the left of me and there taking his seat was....
Gerry Adams.



Even in my dream I could feel myself breaking out into a sweat. How on earth was I going to keep the peace between those two?
I looked up and saw my host raise an eyebrow and mouthed at me to start a conversation.

I wracked my brains to try to find a neutral topic. I started on one. There were a few grunts from my dinner companions and then silence. I tried again. Same result.
This went on and on. A few conversations started but they soon veered into very dangerous territory and I could see both men getting agitated.

Just then someone turned on a big TV and out flashed the NEWS. It was going on about how the Gardai had no power to stop day trippers from Northern Ireland crossing the border into the republic.
Ah, so there was the source of my dream.
Needless to say the two "gentlemen" got into a very heated argument about who was in the right. My host was pointing frantically at me and ordering me to stop them. I was trying frantically to do so....but in vain. I mean, greater people then me tried and failed..
I thankfully woke up. I was EXHAUSTED and in a bucket of sweat!
Do you think perhaps I'm a little stressed.

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