Well, what do you know? A new blog-entry, and in English, for a reason I am unable to tell you... I woke up with English in my head, was speaking English to somebody in my dream. The dream was taking place in Selfoss where there was a conference in the hotel there, and I was taking part in it. All the "hnakki" (a hnakki is somebody with tribal-tattoos, sprey-tan, listening to euro-techno music, and liking muscles and cars) and the "skinka" (a female version of hnakki) were meeting in Hotel Selfoss, to talk about the newest developement in techno music, comparing protein-drinks, and attending lectures on the best tecnique to get an even spray-tan. I have no idea why I was there, not being a skinka, but apparently when I woke up I was trying to get directions from someone in the lobby as to where I would find a pierchin-shop in Selfoss. I was getting pierched. Some dj-s were playing Icelandic pop music from the 80's and 90's in god awful techno-versions. I remember hearing "Vertu ekki að plata mig" and the famous unun-hit "Lög unga fólsins" in the most horrendous techno-versions. It was a strange dream.