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Yellow — a dream and a synchronicity

I was working at The Malt House restaurant in Galway... a split shift, ten A.M. to eleven P.M. with a three-hour gap in the middle....

I had a funny short dream last night.

I was in a rustic pub. A man was playing guitar with a smooth elaborate flourish.

He sang: "How can a guy be yellow when he drinks like a fellow who is blue?"

  — Galway Ireland, September 2001

I was in a pub, a night or two after I'd had this dream, there in Galway where I stayed for a couple of weeks at summer's end 2001. I was having a pint with a woman from Dublin and an African guy from Paris, both of whom I'd met at the hostel. I told them about the dream.

"That's the name of this song," she said. It was "Yellow" by Coldplay, on the sound-system — the first time I heard it.