Det som en gang var

Well it's my birthday, and I thought I'd let you know what I've got so far.

- A white gold and diamond heart pendant
- A Burzum t-shirt
- A beautiful little stained glass clock
- A necklace with Thor's hammer and Odin's two ravens on it
- The second season of Metalocalypse on DVD
- An Ulver album, 2 Hades albums and a Darkthrone album
- A box of chocolates (even though I can't eat them, they look delicious!)
- A great big organiser
- A keyring with a functioning heart-shaped lock and key
and last but not least
- My mother named my two new kittens Varg and Toki, after two of my heroes! I am so happy!

In case you don't know who they are, Varg Vikernes and Toki Wartooth are Norwegian metal musicians, among other things (murderers, neo nazis, cartoon characters, cough cough...)
Anyways I'm positively elated at my babies' new names and I'll cherish that gift for a long time to come. Oh, I thought I'd add as well that although Toki and Varg are both male names, my Toki is a little girl. I don't mind, I'm still ecstatic.

I also had a very strange dream last night. It seemed to go on forever, although I'm sure it wasn't as long as it felt. It was in heaps of different parts but I'll just tell you about one strange section. I'd moved into this huge building (suspiciously like Dethklok's Mordhaus on Metalocalypse) with my friends Sam, Cameron and Justin, and I was walking around checking it out. It was in Berlin, and was somewhere around 30 storeys tall (wowie). I went into the dining/meeting room, where there was a long, medieval 20 seat table and a huge rectangular window about 10 metres across and 5 metres high. The room looked directly out onto this massive church that was just across the street - it was the most elaborate church I'd ever seen and the domes and spires were framed perfectly by the window. I was drawn to it, the image of fire in my mind, the church ablaze and the sky filled with thick, black smoke. I walked towards it, unblinking, until I came to the window. There was a tense laughter in the back of my mind, urging me onward, closer to the church. I had to touch it, I had to hear the wood crumble to the ground, breathe in the suffocating smoke as the tapestries curled up and turned to ashes and watch as the entire building fell to its demise... I gazed down at the busy street that separated me from the church. I put my hand on the glass, but as soon as I did it disappeared and I fell forward. There was a steeply slanted 10 metre segment of roofing jutting out beneath each window, including this one. I tumbled down and managed to grab hold of an ancient-looking stone gargoyle. I don't know why, but I didn't scream or even feel terrible alarmed. Justin appeared above me, staring down from the windows ledge. His expression was bored and almost irritated as he said to me, "What are you doing."
I squealed a little at his insensitivity given that I was about to plumet 15 storeys to my death. He shook his head in exasperation and walked away. I hoped that somebody would call the police to help me down safely.

So yeah. I'm going to watch Metalocalypse now.

Ha det bra!
xx