May 13 2009

2008

Published by at 2:09 pm under A Year in my Life,Blog

I had a dream last night. It was one of those vivid dreams where you awaken and wonder if it really happened, was it real. It was so preposterous that it couldn’t possibly be real.

 

It begins in a hotel bar in Dublin, where a friend has convinced me to go to some bizarre event.

One moment we are having a pint as I nervously discuss the possibility of leaving, and suddenly we are transported to the registration desk where a big woman with a warm smile greets us. I look to one side and see an unusual man with a Mohawk beside his cheerful friend with the chirpy Kilkenny accent. Then we are cheering winners of an award introduced by the DJ, Rick O’Shea. Then we are dancing with all the new strangers.

In a flash, I am on the bus home, eagerly writing about the strange events of the night. Another flash and I’m sitting in another Dublin bar, talking to a wild woman who talked to me like we had been friends for years. I sit talking with a quiet man who leaves an incredible and indelible impression on me and a far-from-quiet man who tells me he is a binman. The dream is becoming very surreal and I find myself writing again – about my adoption and other personal moments in my life and I am receiving kind words and encouragement for my musings. Before the dream began, I couldn’t have imagined being this open to complete strangers, to the world.

Another flash. I’m alone in an old fashioned bar. I’m about to go to a Jay-Z concert. Now I know this is a dream. The DJ from the start of the dream walks in. We sit and drink lucozade and talk like old friends. The room is filled with more strangers and one friend of mine from school. Most of my dreams end up having elements of my past in them, so it’s not too unusual. I dance to Jay-Z’s rap stylings while a quirky tall woman tussles my hair repeatedly.

I’m in a house in Blackrock with Lottie. We are surrounded by more strangers. We talk of life and love and play with an Indiana Jones hat and whip. There are shots and I am massaging the head of a girl I just met. This dream just keeps getting stranger and stranger.

I’m at a music festival. I had never in my life been to a music festival. There’s a tornado and I see tents and chairs fly over my head. I talk with that DJ again. He seems to be guiding me through the dream. He speaks of parallels in our lives, of friendship and fate, and though I’m not sure I understand, I know what he is saying is important.

My brother is there. And I am standing in a circle of teenagers watching REM on the main stage. I wonder if I am getting too old, or conversely am I getting younger. Am I a teenager now too? Living the life I couldn’t ten years previous?

I don’t get my answer, for in another flash I am watching Tom Waits thunder across a stage in a tent in Phoenix Park. I’m in awe. A man behind me is crying.

I’m at another gig. It’s Duke Special, then Jack L, then Juliet Turner, then Cathy Davey, then Neil Hannon. I’m in the box at the Olympia, watching Stephen Lynch. I’m at more comedy gigs. The dreaming is moving fast and jumping back and forth. I see Jason Byrne’s nose bleeding…and we all laugh. I hug Des Bishop and he sings Léim Thart. There’s comedians all around me. Stranger and stranger.

I am at home. Lottie is there. Things are calm and easy. We are drinking wine as our friends arrive. Great friends. People I did not know before the dream started, but who have now become a vital part of my life. We laugh and drink. We break bread together. As we talk, one of my new friends brings tears to our eyes and he speaks of the love he has found. He likens it to swinging on a star. As midnight tolls, we ring in a new year. It is one of the greatest moments of anyone’s life. And it is happening to me. I am dreaming.

I had this dream last night and wish it had been real. It spanned a year of my life. It couldn’t have been real. No one could have a year filled with so much life and love and people and events and eye-opening moments. I wish it was real – it would have been the greatest year of my life.


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20 responses so far

20 Responses to “2008”

  1. Darrenon 13 May 2009 at 2:36 pm

    I actually wrote this around February and it’s been sitting in my drafts since then. Thought it deserved to see the light of day.

  2. Peteron 13 May 2009 at 3:05 pm

    It certainly did deserve it!

    Wonderful stuff. Here’s to dreams, wishes and wonder.

  3. Darrenon 13 May 2009 at 4:02 pm

    @Peter Aw shucks. Clink!

  4. Lottieon 13 May 2009 at 7:51 pm

    I am so glad you are writting here again.

    xxx

  5. Sinful Origami Paperon 13 May 2009 at 10:54 pm

    As am I Darren. You inspired me to write something that I’ve had festering in a notebook for over 5 years. I’ll try to put it up tonight.

  6. Seanblueyon 13 May 2009 at 11:19 pm

    That was really cool. Ha I make you feel old!! =P

  7. Darrenon 13 May 2009 at 11:21 pm

    @Sean Ha – I’m the favourite son!!! 😉

  8. Darrenon 13 May 2009 at 11:22 pm

    @Lottie Not sure what to say to that – thank you.

    @Gray I have sorely neglected my blog reading of late and haven’t been in to see what you’ve been up to for quite some time. I will rectify that ASAP.

  9. Sinful Origami Paperon 14 May 2009 at 12:59 am

    Darren, I wouldn’t bother yourself by doing that! I did finish the post though, inspired by reading of your time on the train the other day so thanks for your help.

  10. Jenniferon 14 May 2009 at 11:15 am

    Cool dream! You saw some great music as well.
    I just had to clean up my pet dogs mess. Lets just say his bowels aren’t the best today… I fecking wish that was a dream!

  11. Antoon 14 May 2009 at 12:08 pm

    In your dreamz, stealin your memoriez

    You’ve got your blogging mojo back alright. Great read.

  12. raptureponieson 14 May 2009 at 5:19 pm

    Why didn’t my pingback come up>?

  13. Darrenon 14 May 2009 at 5:39 pm

    @RP I wondered that too. Maybe it’s in the spam box…

  14. Darrenon 14 May 2009 at 5:42 pm

    @Gray Why thank you. Actually, I have an email to send you. Must organise myself…

    @Jennifer Um…I have nothing to say to that.

    @Anto Cheers Mister. Long may it last.

  15. raptureponieson 14 May 2009 at 10:59 pm

    You’re in the spam box.

  16. Sinéadon 14 May 2009 at 11:33 pm

    This is wonderful because it’s a “smiling so much it hurts” kind of dream. You’ve had a great year, you’ll have many more.

  17. Rickon 14 May 2009 at 11:44 pm

    You’re a fecker.

    You made me cry.

    Now feck off.

    *punches Darren’s shoulder in a manly way*

  18. DermotBuckleyon 31 May 2009 at 11:09 pm

    Well at least 2008 was good for someone…

  19. Darrenon 04 Jun 2009 at 4:15 pm

    @RP Yer ma is in the spam box.

    @Sinead I didn’t think it possible, but 2009 is already looking even better that 2008.

    @Rick *Hugs Rick in an uncomfortable, lingering kinda way*

    @Dermo It wasn’t that bad? And now you’ve got the Summer free and only a year before you get to escape. Keep an eye on the goals.

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