The Little Dreamer – A True Fairy Tale

The Little Dreamer - A True Fairy Tale

The Little Dreamer – A True Fairy Tale

Hey… yes, you. Listen up, for I have a story to tell. That’s right, come a little closer, and pay attention, for this is a tale that I know to be true…

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed a lot. She dreamed when she was sleeping, and she dreamed when she was awake. In fact, she dreamed so much her family despaired that she would never truly be a part of the real world.

When she wasn’t dreaming, she read books; she read about knights in shining armour, beautiful princesses, battles and dragons, heroes and sorcerers, gods and goddesses, and it was only in her dreams and her books that she felt truly alive. She learned about honour, and courage, and love, and strength, and truth and wisdom, and sorrow and joy.

Then one day, she arrived in a strange land. The landscape was full of mysterious stones, the remnants of ancient castles and humble homes, shrines and temples, memorials and burials. As she wandered among them, they whispered their stories to her in tantalising snippets and visions, and she realised that what she saw in her dreams and read in her books weren’t just imagination; the stories were real.

The heroes and knights and battles and goddesses and magic had really existed, and the stones in the landscape were the evidence left behind for those with the eyes to see them.

So she began to write it all down, but it was a long and arduous task, and although she tried her best, as time passed, she was forced to grow up and accept the responsibilities that came with living in the real world. The dreams faded as reality took over. Real life had much to offer; a career, a home, duty, bills to pay, travel, adventure, and more ancient civilisations to explore in tumbled stone, but always there was a feeling that something was missing.

Then she met a handsome prince who whisked her off to his castle in a far distant land. (Actually, it was a terraced house on an estate in Ireland, but it was a castle to them.) Ireland… hardly the exotic lands featured in her dreams.

There she gave birth to two fine sons and a beautiful daughter, and she thought her happiness was complete. Until the dreams returned, brighter yet more elusive than ever.

Here the landscape was littered with fallen stones, many of them untouched and unseen except by those who tilled the fields. And here it was that she encountered the mysterious, mythical, magnificent, magical people of the Danann. (Well, not in person, although she often longed to, but in ancient texts and manuscripts that she managed to get access to on-line.)

Voices from the past called to her and told her their stories, and once again she took up her pen. (Actually, technology had marched on since those early days, and now she had a laptop.)

She took a deep breath and screwed up all her courage and entered the crazy scary world of WordPress, and there she discovered a whole world-wide community who listened to her stories, and appreciated them, and shared their own. It was a revelation.

Finally she understood that so long as there were people willing to tell the old stories, there would also be those willing to listen and to share them, and in this way, so long as their names lived on in the hearts and minds and tongues of mankind, the ancient people upon whose deeds Ireland was founded would never be forgotten.

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77 Comments on “The Little Dreamer – A True Fairy Tale

  1. Keep dreaming, Ali. Though, funnily enough, I find your tales of real life fascinating. The fantasy offers escapism, but your (yes, I do mean you) life is uplifting. So do keep them both coming.


  2. I’m so moved by your story, Ali. Thank you, thank you for remembering the ancestors and retelling the stories, and walking their places, and carrying their dreams in your hands, keeping them close to you, sharing them with the world. Thank you for listening to the voices of those who came before and keeping them alive in your words so that nothing is lost. Dreams can be real.

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    • Thank you, Hugh. I do firmly believe that. We never achieve anything if we don’t try, and aim high. Got to follow those dreams…


    • Hi Marjorie, nice to meet you. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. You’ll find lots of stories about Ireland here! Do you know which part of Ireland your family originate from?


  3. Dreamers remember history, myth and legend, and pass it to the next generations, to nourish, feed, and pass on stronger to future generations, to keep the continuity between our ancient roots, in the distant, or maybe not so distant past, so it continues to flower and grow in the future, for the new bards, story tellers, and oral historians. Clear the same heartbeat you feel in these oral, and written histories of our peoples’ that many of the rest of us do. Glad some ancient souls love trying to pass on the torch to others. Bon weekend from a “Wild Goose” and mad Ulsterman in northern France, starting to retell their own history to the locals, as well as the Irish, and other Celtic tales. Slainthé.

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    • Well Mr Mad Ulsterman, how are things in France? Sunnier and warmer than here, no doubt! Thanks for the lovely poetic comment. Yes, I think they find us and make sure we pass them on. My problem is, I write a lot about them, but don’t actually write them. If that makes sense! 😂 Yeah, I think I got work to do!

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      • Three seasons in one day here at the moment. It’s spring, so the rain is warmer. Many stories tell themselves I find, so you make sense to me. Sometimes when I open my mouth I never know which voice is going to come out to tell a particular yarn (or now in which language!). Bon courage for another workaday week petal. Keep em flowing. x

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          • The fiery alien tongue is for the French I’m converting to Irish Whiskey! Don’t like it mesel – an ale man, but trying to do my bit for the Irish economy. Oh aye very interesting Ali. A bientot biloute. x

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            • Ah the water of life! The last time I drank some I came out in an almighty rash from head to toe, and vowed never to repeat the experience… the doctor said he had never seen such a severe allergic reaction, lol! I’ll stick to grape juice… of the alcoholic variety.

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  4. Ali, lovely fairy tale! Seems many little girls start off that way! Impressive that you continued as a grown-up. Love reading your adventures! 💛 Elizabeth

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  6. Your story-telling, so sweetly complemented by pics of the little girl you were, swept me fully into your world of dreams, myths and folklores galore. For a while, it felt like reading Antoine de St Exupery’s ‘The Little Prince’. Keep dreaming and writing about fascinating Ireland…

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    • Thank you, Raj. I’m sure that I will. The Little Prince, I remember that story from my childhood… I used to love all those fairy stories, but I suppose that’s no surprise. 😁

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  7. Wonderful tale. The first paragraph, you could be describing me, especially how the family wondered if she would ever truly be in this world. They still think that lol. I`m so glad you came to Ireland, you are a true bard.

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  8. I love your fairy tale, Ali. Keep those dreams happening. I had the choice a few years ago to go anywhere in the UK and I chose Cottingley. My daughter and I stayed with Margaret Owen who is the keeper of the fairy tale that stemmed from that little village 100 years ago. I also dragged my daughter along to Belfast just to meet a daughter of one of the girls who captured the world’s imagination with their Cottingley fairy photos and i handled a camera the two girls used….while my daughter went to sleep on the couch. It just shows some people like fairy stories more than others. I think your last paragraph is very true.


    • How wonderful, Colin! I don’t think any definitive conclusions were ever reached about that fairy tale, were there? I can’t believe you actually handled that camera… I thought it would be in a museum somewhere. It just seems far too extraordinary and complex for two young girls to have made up, and sustained for so long. What was the daughter like? I didn’t know there was a Belfast connection.


      • Hi Ali, I love fairy tales of any sort – Ireland’s fairy forts are the greatest. Christine Lynch was the daughter i met. She only found the camera stored away in recent years. There were a few cameras involved. She showed the one her mum used to Antiques Roadshow when they went to Belfast and the chap who saw it and a photo from it said it was the best moment he’d had on the show. Christine said the BBC were still interested in doing a documentary on the last photo taken called The Fairy Bower, who her mum maintained was not faked. The Australian connection is that the creator of Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, was in Australia when he heard about the photos the girls had taken and his belief in the girls was the main reason they became so famous. A lot of people wanted to believe in fairies and the spirits at the time because so many people were being killed in WW1. Thank you for telling the tales of the fairy forts. You’re a very good bard and would make a good druidess. In Australia we call them elders, but you’re too young to be an elder!


  9. Hey, Ali!

    Great message.

    I’m loving your blog (followed!) but I would also like to invite you to submit a short piece to my own. I think your perspective and style of writing would be a perfect piece for my project.

    It’d also be a great way to get your blog/writing out there.

    Please feel free to email me (jennifer@youngandtwenty) with more questions, or take a look at the ‘BEING Young & Twenty’ page on my blog.

    I hope I’ll hear from you 🙂



    • Hi Jennifer, thanks for stopping by! I’m afraid I’m more than double the young and twenty requirement to write for your blog, LOL! Double and a half, actually! But thanks for the invite, and I feel like I’m still twenty at heart, does that count?


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