Dream on

For as long as I can remember I’ve been a vivid dreamer. Even as a child I would wake up in the morning with lots of memories. That never changed and there were times when I wrote them down but never for long. However, once in a while along comes a very intense one and with it comes the urge to write it down. So what happened last night is this…

I was waking up in my bedroom or in a bedroom – I can’t really tell – went to the window to open the curtains because day had begun. Instead of looking out on a street with the woods behind it there was a beautiful white beach. For some reason I was convinced that I was in Ireland and my house was literally on the beach in the sand right next to the shoreline. It looked very Caribbean, not Irish at all and there was a palm tree on the left right next to the house. Just one and it was rather small – maybe five or six feet.

There were tons of clouds  in the sky – darker ones in the distance and one huge fluffy white one right on the shore only a couple of feet above the water. A father and his small son were throwing a ball at it and it kept bouncing back. They seemed to have such a blast and it was so amazing to witness how happy they were.

I knew I would tell people about it and what worried me the most was not that a cloud would hang so low and bounce back balls but how I would explain a palm tree at a beach in Ireland. In the dream that was the weirdest thing.

And right now I feel like the weirdest thing.