Perhaps someone could explain why, last night (when I really need my sleep) I had an utterly Irish, or at least Celtic dream, very detailed and well plotted (I thought in it) - most details forgotten, but it involved a bunch of very dangerous horsemen riding over moors, someone who might well have been the equivalent of the Queen of Elfland, and her cohorts, switching between an ancient version of this world and the other one, some Christian relic that was really older, and a guy called Eoghain. I didn't hear that one, sort of saw it spelled out through a synesthetic process. I woke up before the end - urghh, like the film broke before the end of the reel - and couldn't get back in.

So what does Eoghain mean?

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