Dreamed that Anthony Cunningham borrowed my car and wrote it off, then wouldn't pay me for it last night. I tracked him down to a water dam (similar to the Hoover Dam but surrounded by miles of bog). As I chased him to a cul-de-sac, he turned around with nowhere to run, just as he did I heard trodding footsteps behind me and turned around to see the Galway hurling team. They all started shouting "Cunningham, ya cunt, where's the money for my car."
That was my last memory of the dream.