Flying to Denmark

Linda and I had brought a ring to Anders, which he was supposed to have for a party. 

He sent us a message indented on a strange black box, saying that he didn't need it, though both me and Linda thought it said the opposite at first

Anders then told me that he had gotten a new gift at Löplabbet, which apparently was selling high grade chinaware. 

I was walking with Gustav Söllscher and two others, one of them was probably Carl-Johan Kihl and I thought that they wanted to go to Löplabbet as well, but they wanted to go to a second hand shop for music and instruments. It had a name, but I don't recall. Something like "tunes" or "thrift". Very hip.

It was snowy outside. 

We went into a candy shop, where most things seemed to have been sold out, the others bought stuff and I didn't know what to get. I wanted to get something, so that the others wouldn't think less of me. Then I realised that I couldn't possibly have finished my orange soda already and I started looking for it, going into a shop that I had visited before, but without finding it. Then I realised it was in my left hand and started making excuses in front of the others, being so distant minded.

We went down an escalator into the ground, headed for a place for gamers. 

Landgren took an elevator, while the other two headed down some stairs 

The elevator doors closed just in front of me and Landgren didn't open them for me, being absorbed in his phone. The others didn't wait for me, either. 

As the elevator came back I didn't manage to get into it. It was an openly hanging elevator, without a shaft, and there was another one next to it. Because I couldn't get into the elevator, I grabbed on to it from the outside, following it as it was going up. I could see the word XCOM being written above the door arcs, where the two elevators would let people into the gaming bar. So there I was, hanging from the outside of the elevator, trying to force open the doors. I realised that I couldn't and that I soon had to let go. I closed my eyes and let go, all the time thinking Alt-F4, trying to hack reality so that I would wake up somewhere else. 

It worked and I was running outside Hubertusgården at dusk. I ran past old friends from back then, not looking to closely but thinking that one of them must have been Louise Hansson, hearing her voice and seeing her blonde hair, and then I took flight. 

I thought back on old tries of trying to fly, thinking how I never got really high. I realised that I must have made the mistake of putting too much effort into it, fighting against the wind, when in fact I needed to just soar, letting the wind carry me. I felt like a pigeon, soaring higher and higher over Spårsnögatan, telling Johannes Loor and Ludwig Wase, who were sitting at a café, that it was all about just going along with the wind. 

Lund became smaller and smaller, far below, and I started to drift out over Öresund, headed towards Copenhagen, when I suddenly got really tired. 

I saw a blue whale below the water. 

Orcas and grey whales were suddenly jumping below me as I kept getting closer to Copenhagen, but also losing height rapidly, as I found the strength to make it all the way being sapped from my body. I started to give up and felt myself settle unto my back.

I must have landed on the water, because before I knew it I was rescued by Günther on a jetski. He sang his song, the one about tra-la-la and ding-ding-dong, as we reached the shore and he started to undress me. Apparently he had mistaken me for a girl, because when taking off my small clothes, he didn't expect to find a penis. I found it hilarious. He wondered why I was just floating around in the sea.

We were in a bar, where suddenly some people started singing Nu Grönskar Det. I sang along and as we hit the second verse suddenly a man's choir, which had been sitting by one of the tables joined in loudly as well. We all started walking around the room, crossing over chairs and couches, singing about "vandringsfärd", and this was apparently how you were supposed to do it. I made my own harmonies and as everyone stopped before the last line, I put some extra effort into it singing "så drick min vän..." and everybody joined in and we finished it nicely.

Two blonde Danish sisters, looking like a combination between Zandra Green and the Brandt sisters, had been watching the whole thing and I ended up next to one of them. She wanted to join in with the swedishness and started to read a Swedish translation of Calvin and Hobbes for me. I leaned in closer and she put down the paper and we started kissing. Everyone else was falling asleep. She lay on her back and I lay myself on her. She liked how I weighed her down and pushed myself at her, commenting very verbally on this. 

Likely based on:

- Carl-Johan Kihl had posted about snorkeling with whale sharks the day before, which I had commented on 

- Found a choir to try out the day before 

- Had seen a t-shirt of Calvin and Hobbes on Facebook