NORDLAND
It's this dream I keep having; the train, the people.
NORDLAND It's this dream I keep having; the train, the people. THE SUNDAY SERMON - 05.04.26 Please look at the video/clip NORDLAND (below/bottom) FROM YOUR FUTURE I have done no harm, but I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm, is often laudable and doing good is folly. I remember this. The tempestuous twist. Distinctly human in nature. Sad. Accounted dangerous folly abound; distant. Tis the season. Spring into motion ...
THE ESCAPE PLAN Nordland trains are the safest travel. On the tracks you are grounded ... insured. I feel for those on water capsizing in the freeze, in the gnarly seas. I mean ya - priorities. Survival takes precedence over liquidity. As long as it's warm right? I digress. So. This dream ... comes and goes. Almost weekly since late 2023. Welcomed obv. I have this way to document my dreams now. The clip below is pretty accurate. AI is useful. Translating my dreams has become simpler. Sharing them. Always wondering ... Where is this place anyway? Thinking maybe Norway so I looked it up. Sure enough. Nordland is way cool. Dark. The night rail is a 52 week/year kinda deal. Scheduling accuracy to the minute. Like the Swiss. Northern lights best in early March. Translation. Lots of snow & blow. Cold. Moody. Gloom. Scandinavian countries have always been on my radar. Feels like home. A brief resemblance from a remembrance. Nice ride. Smooth. Vicariously contoured. Racing towards the unknown. Highly recommended, even if you're sound asleep when you're on it and you perish in your sleep in transit. Worth every penny. So yeah, it's this dream I keep having. The train, the people; the impending apocalypse. Like it's my last day on earth kind of thing. Only I don't know it yet. Floating unaware. Mirroring the moment.
RED SKIES AT NIGHT - Shadow Truths When it's a dream, anything goes. Inhibitions dissolving in the ethos, pathos. The ethereal occupation of a minced madman. Capturing his audience like careless clams on a blurry beach before a singular sunset, only it's a blanket of white. Whimsical folly. Red skies at night. Unlimited sight. War planes. Perilous prose ... proxy. When the skies careening in crimson caption carry, and every river on earth dries out. When the trees are nothing but naked silhouettes on a canvas black. I am still here. Watching. When we hear the war plane growl one last time. Inhaling our final bated breath, when the last white throated dipper flies, I will hold you tightly. Darling I’ll be with you in spirit, Curled up and cast away. Imagining a new day - that doesn't come.
EPILOGUE - NORDLAND NORDLAND is my dream. Assembled and activated over several months. In front of my computer usually between 3 - 4am Unencumbered. No distractions. Running loose. My divine intervention. My Sunday sermon. Scarcity. Incremental. A departure, a drippy trip with no known destination. In the corridors of doom, in a dead calm room. Circumventing this clusterfuck of a shameful shit-show. Faceless soldiers facing furious fatalities. Folly. Amassing epic proportions. Stealing the stench. Cascading crows in their melancholic wretch. Scavengers eating everything. This final act. The grim reaper and the gate keeper playing catch. Drifting demonic. Verbose. Comatose. Complicated. Thank you for reading. It's this dream I keep having; the train, the people. NORDLAND Source music w/Simon Daum
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