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Dream Out Of Place 
11th-Feb-2007 11:07 am
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I just had a fairly long dream (I woke up at least twice during it) in which I had moved to Dublin for work. But if I was in Ireland's capital, several things weren't quite right:
  • Nobody spoke in brogue.
  • At no point in my dream did it rain; I even noticed this in the dream and wondered about it.
  • Nobody's hair was orange.
  • The dream focused on a Methodist church.

Although it didn't feel particularly Dublin, it deed feel rather Euro. The church building (at least 100 years old) was the length of a city block and half of it was flats unrelated to the church. My flat was essentially a large drafty room with hardwood floors and funky windows. Lots of people were drinking tea. There weren't any SUVs driving around. I realized a few days after arrival that I had forgot to set my watch ahead by seven hours.

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