Depressing dreams haunt me this day...
I sit there eating my soup in the almost minascule kitchentalking with an Irish friend, Sorche, and one who I've not seen in years. From childhood this face returns to me, Ben, just as I am about to ask a question it all fades away and I am walking through the breathtaking masonry that composses the medevil town of Galway. The shops are there but I am unable to make out any of the names, the are blurred beyond distintion. The crowd is thick as a try to compete against them to get to the top of shop street. All the while I am strangely disturbed. And then , just then I become aware that all the faces in the crowd are people I have had to say good bye to. Recent and years past mingle into this giant gathering. Then is disappears and I am walking down the school corridor for the last time and I walk by all the faces that I will never see again. And then I am alone the corridor is empty aside from me being the only occupant, as the walls begin to fade away it ends and I am brought back into reality, with a strange sense of completeness and depression for the friends I will never see again.