Dreams.  Sometimes they are grand things with bold lines and bright colors. Sometimes they come in the details of grassy hills, stark cliffs and dusty pub stools. I sometimes dream about travelling Ireland with my husband, and staying at a perfectly common little B&B, taking hundreds more photos than the normal person would permit. Touring archaeological and historical sites, book stores, and pubs with live music. Just meeting people and stumbling into what we may. Drifting and dreaming and laughing - just being us, whoever that may be. Living a dream in a completely un-dreamlike way.