Tonight in my dream I saw a volcano erupt. My thoughts went something like this.
- Wait a minute, I'm not in Iceland, am I?
- Wow, this is totally awesome!
- Oh shit, there are flying rocks and lava and stuff, I better run!
And I pulled up my cloak over my head, and ran. Managed to save my friends and family from the catastrophe as well. Looked back just to see if the volcano was still there. It was, and it was beautiful. Who would have guessed that one of the tallest mountains in Sweden was in fact a slumbering volcano, just waiting to erupt?
When I woke up the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and more has been whirling around ever since. Ironic, yet somehow fitting, considering today is the vernal equinox and all. Ah, the wonders of nature.