I rarely remember a dream. However, last night….
Apparently I cycled toured to U2’s last ever concert in Ireland with mrs_oab next summer. As we arrived, Bono was just passing and had a chat to us about where we had ridden from. He said that Edge was into his cycling and phoned Edge to make arrangements for us to join him on his ride the next day.
When we met Edge (on a real nice gravel bike), he had invited his friend from the Corrs who lived down the road (no, I cannot remember her name, the violin lady), and when we got to her house she had Ed Bryne her neighbour round who also had a bike (old skool touring bike).
We all rode to the beach on a real nice sunny day on back lanes and tracks, and back to the Corr’s lady’s place for a cuppa….
So, amateur phycologists of STW, what is going on in my head for this dream to have been memorable when I wake up?