Searching for: A good quality mp3 version of My Rock n Roll by Dinosaur Pile Up
So it’s been a week of weird dreams.
Sitting in a field similar to the one across from my gaff in Sligo, but also Slane(!)… with my friend Eilish, who now resides the whole way across the globe in Melbourne, at midday waiting for Sigur Ros to come on. Her short black hair with orangey bits, glistening in the sun (it’s in reality gorgeous honey blonde) Eilish glances my way and remarks, “Man, they won’t be on for ages!” As some announcer dude roars out that we are gonna have Sigur Ros over the PA system ’til 4pm, when they will finally take to the stage.
Yeah. Odd.
And number too, saving a Romanian family from bomber planes over Rosses Point, seaside beachy place in Sligo, with my mam driving the car. While screaming, “I don’t want to die!!” in hysterics at the top of my lungs, plane debris crashing, scattering like children’s toys all around us. Escaping to some caved-in houses, hopping over bits of ceiling in what looked very similar to the open ‘study’ entrance to the kitchen in that massive, echoey, bittery cold, emotional wasteland of a house I lived in in Drumcondra circa 2005.
My dad commented that I seem to dream regularly about being chased, followed, sought out and possibly done away with. Any theories?!
