Hi!!

I am Heikki. I feel rather old now. That's probably since i had this dream. It was a real dream, but it did not last when i woke up. But it was real, allright.


Now I'm afraid of going to sleep. There, in the dream, I was, together with Tom, who is now a middle-aged guy - like me - yes, we were going home along the familiar small sand road. It must have been more than twenty years ago and I was eighteen in the dream. We were approaching the place where the road passes an old womans house. Ihe road leads straight towards her door. I thought about saying something to Tom about taking the small path around her house, but shut up. When I was alone i never dared go along the road in front of the hag's house but took the path through the forest on the back side of her house. Longer, yeah, but safe.

We stood there straight in front of the house when the the door flung up and the hag opened it. There, in the open door she stood and looked at us. We had to stop. Then I heard myself ...


That was how my dream begun. But no, I cannot draw pictures. I'm a writer. I write so called 'scifi', like about my dream. Mostly I write in my home language, which is swedish. I hope i can take the reader with me into my dreams, like into my dream about "The old hag and my ageing".

So, hi to you all!