A strange but beautiful feelin’ dream, in a Medieval place. Like a story out of nowhere. Given to me out of thin air. A story very apart from my current world, and as well apart from everything on my mind.

I had traveled to some very old Medieval and beautiful city, with Misha, Natalia and Vincent. (A pianist, a dancer, a guitarist, and all three classical, except I the singing voice, belonging nowhere and everywhere.) We were settling into a giant castle like apartment type of place, with old fascinating wooden walls, fullnof carvings and all stunningly fascinating details everywhere on everything.

We were feeling plenty awe of admiration for the whole place, and seeing amazing old stone bridges from our windows, going from house to house, and some of them formed some street tunnel type of thing. Everywhere we layed our eyes, there was something beautiful.

We went on to settling in, and Natalia and Misha went over to their sections of the giant place. Vincent and I (oddly enough) were having a genuine feeling of friendship and closeness connection, which amplified intensely as they had gone.

Joy and happiness was rising between us all, and as we stood there alone and still filled with it, we found ourselves in an strong and somehow obvious energy, of mutually craving to be in each others arms. And so we ended up holding eachother, and winding up on one of the big sofas by the windows like siamese teddybears.

I woke up feeling beautiful, and amazed with what a vivid dream it was, not having had dreams for years, while I was smoking joints daily. Equally, I was puzzled about why I dreamt of Vincent is a such way, when here in this ralm, I was feeling kind of high on feelings between Henrik and I. ..which have been progressing very slowly, carefully and gently, throughout a long time.