I am not sure when the dreams started. But I have wonderful dreams of living there years and years ago. My biological mother, who I havent known very long traced our ancestry back to the Irish, English and Scottish witch hunts of the 15th century. In my dreams I see the rolling hills and hear the musical accents. I have researched the history of Ireland as far back as I could, but I never can remember dates and names. In my mind Ireland is the country of the Gods and home to the fae. I have met a few true Irish that have visited the states and they tell me it isnt as beautiful as I imagine.