Sunday, August 26, 2007
I dream nearly every night. We had a farm. We used to have great fun. We had cows and calves and all sorts of things, and we had turf. We had two cows and my mother I dreamt was milking them and I used to have a lantern and I used to hold it for her. And we'd go ceilidh at a neighbour's house after the cows were milked and there'd be card playing and doing some things... we usually said the rosary. I often think of it - every night. I can see the same things happening. I feel lonely when I wake up.