We all have our dreams , things we would like to do or happen to us and then we have our dreams we have at night. I don’t often remember my dreams , I am sure I do dream at night but nothing that a normally remember. But over the last couple of weeks that has changed and I am able to remember some of my dreams. I have heard you should keep a dream journal but I never saw the need because I was never able to remember any of them :).
My first strange dream was two weeks ago , I was on a stud farm talking to the owner . I was asking him all about the stud , when he started it , where he hoped to take it and about his best stallions . When I looked away from the owner there was a small film crew there and an Ear to the ground jeep :). I had gotten a job working for Ear to the ground covering mostly Equine related topics . For anyone who doesn’t know Ear to the ground is a programme that runs from Autumn to spring and cover agriculture / food and other countryside topics . Couldn’t wait to tell the farmer the next morning , he laughed and said you do know what you dream of never happens .
My next strange dream was over the weekend I was walking into UCD with the eldest little farmer , he was heading to one building for his Ag science and I went to another for English . I sat down in my chair the lecturer arrived and I was busy taking notes , I couldn’t hear what he was saying but I was busy writing . I blame watching Friends for this because that evening Ross was giving a lecture 🙂 I told the farmer about this one as well his response was ‘ sure you wouldn’t have the time for school ‘ and he asked was it something I was eating before I went to bed.
Then last night another strange one , I was sitting at the kitchen table with a new laptop , my canon camera and a note book and five pairs of wellies on the floor all dirty and used. They were wellies from Aigle , Dubarry , Pennies , Tesco , Dunlop and Chanel . I had worn them all on the farm doing different jobs and now was writing a review for the Irish Country Living section of the Irish Farmer’s Journal. I had gotten a job writing a small weekly column for them a little like my blog . I didn’t tell the farmer about this one or he would be sending me to get tablet’s for my head :).
It is strange to go from not remembering many dreams to having a couple of weeks of dreams that I do remember . They were all about things I would of course kill to do but like the farmer said what you dream about never happens . Do you dream and remember them ? What do you dream about ? Has what you dreamed about ever happened ? Would love to hear about them 🙂