Mig dreymdi

My last dream of the morning was a vivid one. I was on a viking ship, sailing around Breiðafjörður, or somewhere with lots of little islands off the coast of Iceland. I could literally feel the wind filling the sails, and I went out onto the prow.

The weird thing was we sailed past several other vessels in the water that had no one on them. A dingy, a jet ski, a rubber raft, just floating empty. I shouted out that we should turn back to open waters, and we did. It was magnificent.


William said…
some cold medications have that effect....

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