My Omi, wanting to make him happy, hired two bartenders to
come and give us beer since we were in the middle of nowhere with no pubs
around (perhaps we weren't in Ireland).
They brought two coolers full of ice & beer along with a portable bar that
they drank behind until they were too drunk to serve us anymore. Once they were like that
they told us to get the beer ourselves from the coolers and to stop annoying them.
The ice was completely solid so we had to chip it
away ourselves and found that all of the beer bottles were broken from their
hasty trip over to serve us. We got annoyed and went on an exploration trip
instead.
dream-like scene:
We were standing on a green hill about 30 feet above a small fishermen's village
and the land on the other side of the cove started moving (which seemed very natural). As it
was going around the corner a giant hill appeared. It was made out of smaller ones making it look like fish scales. The bottom hills were bright red, the next
orange, yellow, lime, kelly green & finally a dark green. On top of each
small hill was a folk musician playing or singing something different from the
other but together sounded very beautiful.
Then I woke up
