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I dreamt that my uncle sat next to my father in a field.
They sat upon a concrete slab. I think a septic tank. 
Their coats beside them and a guinness bottle in the uncle's hand. They had been
saving the hay.My uncle was also looking across the open road and could see a river 
and he was wearing a no sleeved jumper. 'De jar vous'  hit me in real life. 
(I actually saw this complete scene thereafter including guiness bottle in reality).


Another time I dreamt I fell out of our bed and became sandwiched between the bed and
a wardrobe. I struggled with my elbows to raise myself up.Then, I suddenly had a torch in my 
hand and shon it through the pitch black ahead. A torch in the distance switched itself on in mid 
air and shon directly back into the light of my torch.- 
(I then woke up ) !

I heard a story from my Mother who at 10 years of age was saving hay with her mother in 1941.(People in Ireland then lived far a part in terms of walking and all were farming).Both were alone in the huge expanse of the field forking hay. Then in the ditch a cry came out and 
frightened my mother. A whaling type of cry she said. Banshee, who knows!
However, My grandmother clutched her close and immediately said to her 'John Flynn' has died and we better go up to me house. Grandmother knew well a distant od neighbour was ill and had been for days and may die. After a long trek through the fields to the house and after one or two hours a knock came to the door. Another neighbour called and said that indeed this man had died. She never said she got notice of this to the neighbour from the ditch and thanked the caller. 
(How could such a thing be treated in such a matter of fact way by my grandmother)?



Ian Foley

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