I dreamt that I was walking up the hillside.

We were visiting this old dudes house. Not that old, hair distinctively grayed - that kind of old - and wandering through his hillside garden.

It seemed to slope into infinity.

The air was hazy and you couldn't see the end of the hillside for all the clouds, but the greenery was lush and the hedges, trees and various garden monuments and decorations were plentiful. It was the kind of garden you'd imagine seeing by a larger castle, but this was just the one man.

He dabbled in natural remedies I think, and was cooking up some kind of concoction in a large cauldron on the lawn, and a boiler beside it, and some smaller pot or similar.

It was boiling ferociously the bubbles a constant stream as if someone was in each cauldron/kettle/container breathing our air beneath the surface with never-emptying lungs.

It was something for us. I asked about it. Not sure now.

And regarding who the 'us' was I'm not sure about that either. I was walking around and the rest weren't anywhere to be seen, as far as I can remember...

Soon after we were walking through the house though - corridors paneled in dark, polished wood - and plenty of people were sitting on benches along the walls here.

It felt like a museum, with glassed-in displays of various figures the man had done.

I looked into a little room curiously, full of wooden sculptures and other artistry that followed the walls, and then walked around a corner and... that's all I remember of that particular part of the dream.

Moments earlier I was climbing in around in a sunny, dusty attic, and doing I can no longer recall what... but I wasn't a kid. I felt at home anyway. I think I was just exploring. The sunlight hazily falling in and warming.

Moments before that I was in the car, and I think good buddy Andreas was along for the ride, though not sure where we were going. Maybe to Övermorjärv. Maybe inspired by this one beautiful house I caught a glimpse of yesterday, looking to potential places to move.

It turned out to be way beyond my budget though. A nice place by a lake... renovated for 2,500,000 SEK the last few years. O_O

Alrighty then, I don't think I'll be leaving a bid on that...

But it was a - I think - pretty good dream. Hazy albeit the memory now may be.

I'm writing this more for purpose of practice and relaxation than recollection really. Thinking maybe I'd pick up a few more details as I write. Thinking if I just get into the writing I'll feel better about myself today, too. It worked, somewhat.

Now time to jump into some other more overdue dues...

- Bob Axell, inspired by this baggy satchel of thought-provoking act fuel.

(and that's when you hit play again and loop the shit out of ^)

The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.

*tumbleweed no longer*

I've been posting movie reviews this week. And revising movie reviews. And actually watching a few movies! And some other stuff.

It feels like those reviews took up pretty much all of my time outside of work though, save for a few longer walks than usual - a couple long long ones yesterday, when the sun was shining, the sky was blue and the wind was icy. Beautiful weather. Sun. I feel alive again.

I think I just might've gotten a burn too. In February?! We don't usually have as much snow to amplify things down here though. And I usually don't walk this much in a day. And I do burn easy! Seems legit.

Managed to capture some winter views while I was at it, like:

Read on...

Here's a little thing I've been meaning to post for years now, yet the ideal time for it just never came! It may never though.

Or maybe every moment's an ideal moment for this?

Since this is the world we live in. This is how we shit on bliss.

Capitalism. Or whatever this here is.

Feelin' like I better do this too.

Go get it!