Aisling

[cleitisionnach]

I dreamt of running with the Fianna.

My hair swept by the perfumed wind of wild flowers and evergreen.

My feet silent on the forest floor as we ran after our quarry.

My bed the lush green grass of the hillside as I heard the music of the sidhe from beneath the ground.

And I felt content there. At home there. I vaguely recall speaking with Oscar and

Comments

[greyvalley]

Oh, wow. Such beautiful imagery. And I love dreams that feel real.

[cleitisionnach]

Thank you! I have a few rare real-feeling dreams but I tend to remember them better that way.