For a short period of time, I lived in Ireland. For a short while, I was a Dublin girl and I rented a flat in Mountjoy Square, not realizing it was a rough area of town. My flat was so charming, I was sad to leave! Upon arrival and departure, I stayed at The Royal Marine Hotel in Dún Laoghaire which is waterfront to the Irish Sea. My first morning that I awoke in my hotel room after a long day of traveling, I was bewildered to hear the sounds of seagulls and then remembered, “Oh yeah, I’m in Ireland.”
One night in Ireland at The Royal Marine Hotel, I dreamt I was standing near the Cliffs of Moher, watching the Irish sea. The wind, rocks, waves, and salty mist felt crisp on my face and my skin. I was alone and didn’t see anyone nearby. The ocean seemed infinite from where I was standing. Everything was cascading in the light, and the sky and the sea were a mixture of blues, greens and golden light from the sunshine. Suddenly, I looked at myself from above, like I were in the air, no longer in my body. And I watched myself close my eyes, lean my head back and smile—my long hair blowing in the wind. Then I saw millions of tiny, pink, and red hearts pour out of my sternum like the bats coming out of a cave, flying into the sky and out to sea, until the hearts faded into the distance. The hearts looked so real. It was a beautiful visual and the imagery and the colors still linger in my memory as if I dreamt it yesterday. Later on in my flat near Mountjoy Square, I wrote a few friends overseas about this dream. This dreamland memory popped up a few days ago, and I wanted to share this amorous dream in my digital diary, too.