Dream Out Of Place

[flwyd]

I just had a fairly long dream (I woke up at least twice during it) in which I had moved to Dublin for work. But if I was in Ireland's capital, several things weren't quite right:

• Nobody spoke in brogue.
• At no point in my dream did it rain; I even noticed this in the dream and wondered about it.
• Nobody's hair was orange.
• The dream focused on a Methodist church.

Although it didn't feel particularly Dublin, it deed feel rather Euro. The church building (at least 100 years old) was the length of a city block and half of it was flats unrelated to the church. My flat was essentially a large drafty room with hardwood floors and funky windows. Lots of people were drinking tea. There weren't any SUVs driving around. I realized a few days after arrival that I had forgot to set my watch ahead by seven hours.