The wise worm

I saw a worm just now. It was slimy today, really wet with all the rain that has been pouring down lately. It said to me I must remember this beautiful face that I had been thinking about.
The letter 'S' is the one that sticks to me right now.

Ancient Scroll * 1

One of the forgotten arts of the human world is the Art of Summoning Evil Things.

When I was a child, I found some sort of forgottten artifact. I was digging up bushes and a lot of dirt, removing old roots from fallen trees, I reached about 9 metres under the ground when I discovered this Ancient Scroll of Summoning.

I have to use more chemicals to interpret the signs in the background, but the image clearly illustrates its effects.

In time, I hope to understand what sort of formula it takes to summon this sort of forgotten Evil.

How to withstand Alien Paralyzation

I was flying from this little village, Volda, to my ancient home village Krokkleiva when it occured to me. When Aliens are abducting people from airplanes, it can be compared to when humans are catching crayfish. We light at them with our flashlights, paralyzing them - thus we can easily pick them up without resistance.

And when the Alien Spacecrafts are shattering the walls of an aeroplane and readying their tractor beams, we the humans get paralyzed by the bright lights emerging from the Spacecraft. We are indeed a easy prey.

Maybe, some day, a human being will be strong enough to withstand the terrible shocks and the subsequent paralyzation, and he or she will find a way to fight those goddamn aliens.

ancient scriptures "3

Scrap Yard Artifact

Last night I dreamt a lot of things. I don't remember the most of it, but 3 scenes appears to me very clearly.

The first was that I was walking some kind of post-nuclear landscape.
There were signs of industry, so Earth had not gone apocalyptic or something. There were remainings of an old football field, and beyond this field I could see some tall skyscrapers, among them a Newcastle United Football Club Supporter's shop.
I remember wanting to go there, but I didn't, because it was a long way from where I was standing, and I wanted to explore the side I was at first.

I came to an very interesting Scrap Yard, and something made my Eyes Wide Open.
Two of the cars there were some sort of G1 Transformers-like vehicles. One of them was definetly the Decepticon Robot Soundwawe, and maybe the other one was Autobot Robot Soundblaster, because it had yellow, orange, and red colors. My attention however, was concentrated on the Soundwawe car wreck.

In reality These Transformers, both Soundwawe and Soundblaster, are robot toys that can change into cassette players. But in my dream they were cars.

I went over to Soundwawe, the most interesting of the two. Actually, I didn't bother to check out the other one at all. The Soundwawe car had a reserve wheel container attached at the rear end. I opened it, and to my surprise it contained some sort of ancient mould for Soundwawes head. This was an Artifact to me. I got very excited and happy about what I had found, but I understood that this wreck belonged to someone else, and I had to get their authorization to grab stuff from it. And that when I made them aware of what I had found, they probably wanted it for themselves, either for their own personal collection, or to sell to the highest bidder on ebay.
I said; "Hello" out in the air, I couldn't see anybody, there were just huge amounts of mechanical parts everywhere.
A man suddenly came out from a passage amongst the wreckings.
"Excuse me, but could I please have this thing, I found something in this wreck over here, and I am wondering if I could pretty please have it, its probably just lying around and stuff..."
He said "Sure it would be ok by me, mister, but the thing is, this car recently came in, and you have to get permission from the specific owner of that very wreck"
"Oh.." I said
"In fact, that's her right behind you.."
I turned - a woman was there, it became clear to me that this was some sort of mother, and the girl behind her had to be her daughter.
I asked if I please could have something I found in the wreck of her awesome Soundwawe car, and while I was, it became clear to me that I had to be absolutely honest and explain what I had found, if not it would look suspicious and she would try to keep the Artifact. So I did.
"What is it that you have found?" She asked me
"This" I said, still smiling in excitement, and opened the container thus revealing the Artifact.
"Ye, sure you can take it, I didn't even know it was there" She replied and smiled, it was funny to her that her ex-car could hide things she had never known of.
I git even more excited
"Ma-maybe, I mean, could I check out the rest of the wreck, to see if I find more interesting stuff?"
She confirmed, and I checked inside the car, but it just looked exactly like any other car-wreck, dusty and dirty, with old sigarette stumps in it.
I went back to the container and opened it. I took the mould of Soundwawes head, it was white in color and white only. Looked like plastic, and it missed some pieces by the left side of the face. I got slightly disappointed over the whiteness and the missing part, but still I was happy to get a hold of this very rare Artifact. It was important to me not to get in a bad mood only because it wasn't perfect.

The second thing I remember from my dream was that I found my missing green, hooded, sweater in the house of an old friend of mine. My mother was also there.

The Swordfish

The third thing I remember dreaming about was the most interesting to me.

I was standing in some kind of winter landscape.
There was a icy lake, and below it there was a downhill leading to a river that had really wild, streaming water in it. This river was not covered with any ice. 
I stood on the border of the icy lake, and some grass was penetrating the frosty snowgrounds. 

An old man was fishing in a hole in the lake. I was watching him. He had a well-cutted beard that was white with some shades of gray in it. He looked like a nice man. 
Suddenly he caught a fish, and he pulled out a huge Swordfish from the hole. 
The Swordfish had brown mixed with grey colors. I remember he took it with his hands when it had came out of the hole, by its snout and fins at once. 
The Swordfish was beautiful. It had those wonderful fins, and the long nose-thing, that is the reason to the name Swordfish, looked peculiarly well. 

I also remember that I payed a lot of attention to its face, and I got this very sad feeling because I knew the man was going to kill it.. and I couldn't say or do anything because the man was a nice old man, and people fish all the time you know, so he wouldn't pay any attention to what I thought about catching this Beautiful Swordfish just for the killing of it. He was kind of an representation of all the common old people of citys that lie by the sea, that gets up early in the morning and likes to feel fresh air in their cheeks. And they are seen in the local store regurarly and many people know about them and say hello to them at a very regular basis. Nice, old, and fresh men. 

My sadness escalated when I saw the fish's face, because I could strongly feel the desperation and helplessness in this poor creatures mind. It had lived for so many years in this peaceful lake, and then a passing, nice old man with beard would just catch it by coincidence, and end its life in a single stroke with an hammer. And it was probably the most beautiful fish many people would see in their entire lifetime, still it was caught just to be killed.
It made me kind of angry, that the nice old man did not understand that you could have a lot of hapiness inside you that would last forever just by seeing it, and that he wouldn't get the same hapiness without killing the Swordfish. 

Then - all of a sudden, the Swordfish slipped from his hands, and onto the ground.
I got excited a moment because I thought that it could get into the hole again. But of course The Swordfish did not understand that, so it just kind of wiggled a few centimeters away from the hole. It looked exhausted and ready to give up everything. So I got kind of sad again, because this stupid Swordfish could of course not understand the direction of its own safety, even as it was so short away from it. I saw it's face and fins more clearly now, and all the details in it. I think it looked at me, but it didn't mean anything to it, because it had the mind of any fish, and as known they do not pay very much attention to peoples feelings. I loved its face, mostly because it was a very cute one, but not in a puppy-kinda way.. it had slimy lips so the mouth shined a bit. I thought that was very nice.
And the eyes were small, still very wide open and staring out in the air. This was also adding to its cuteness and the way I liked it.

I wanted it to at least struggle a bit, maybe the old man would panic and then grip it witouth thinking about its slipperyness, and then lose into the hole in the lake again. And when I thought this, I got eyecontact with the Swordfish, and then it felt like we had some sort of unknown agreement. The Swordfish started to struggle and wiggle on the ground even more, the old man hadn't went for it yet. He was just standing and smiling, as it had no chance of escape whatsoever, and with good reason. Of course the Sordfish wouldn't get away. 
But The Swordfish got into a rythm.
The Rythm of its wiggling suddenly made it progress along the ground, towards me. 
I smiled and I felt very happy from now on. 
The Swordfish's movement had brought it to me with incredible speed, passing through between my legs. The old man understood that he had to be quick to get his prey, and started to look kind of despreate, yet still smiling a common old man's smile. But he couldn't not move as fast as the Swordfish.
He had to do something to keep up with its pace, to get to it. 
He lied down on the ground on his stomach, and he started to wiggle his body just like The Swordfish.
It looked crazy, but it was not funny in the dream because of the excitement.
I noticed that the downhill that led to the Living River was right behind me, but that it was too bumpy for The Swordfish to get over them all, sad enough. Still there was some kind of hope in my feelings, and it was probably connected to my happiness.
The old man had gotten really close now. In fact, he now passed through between my legs just like the Swordfish had a few seconds ago. 

I remember I was sort of paralyzed in my position, couldn't really move much, but that this Paralyzation was something I decided to maintain so it would be harder for the old man to wiggle pass me.
As he Wiggled out between my legs, I looked back to see him pass The Entrance of the Feet. He struggled just a little to get by, but it was really no big problem.
Suddenly I was beside the both of them.
I was no longer paralyzed.
The old man did not bother to keep his pace at a maximum level, because He knew he would catch The Swordfish anyway. I too knew, and the Swordfish also knew. It was sad to look at the Swordfish, it was stuck because of the bumpy downhill, and it looked resigned. 
"Poor Old Swordfish", I thought..
- then I barely touched it with my foot, gave it a tiny push, and it was over the bump, and it slid down the hill, reaching just enough pace to get over the remaining bumps.
I was so afraid that it would get hurt along the way, it was a big fall down to the River, and fishies got tender skin, you know. 
But the snowy grounds functioned like a slide to its slimy skin.
After 18 metres of downhill-sliding, It fell like 9 metres in the loose air before hitting the water, and again I got afraid because a lot of sharp rocks were sticking out from there, one could see the rocky grounds beneath the water. 
But Me and the Old man saw it land safely in the streaming River below, and Swordfish swam happily along with the stream, heading for a large and very nice Sea. 
It swam quickly and was extremely conatined, adding this experience to historys he would tell to other fishies in the future.
The nice old man said; 
"Oh, well", looked happy enough, and took his leave. 
I was very happy for The Swordfish.

Krokkleiva forest myth # 4

Butterfly Adventures

This butterfly has two tails, and it is clearly trying to resemble some sort of kite. The fact is, that if you attach a string to it and try to fly it like a kite, it will be rippen apart.


Another butterfly that cannot possibly be flew as a kite.


This butterfly is the most calloused butterfly in the world, and if you attach a string to it and let it go, you can actually fly it excactly as a kite.

Krokkleiva forest myth # 3

Bear Trap Plant

This plant that resides deep in the Krokkleiva forests is a very dangerous and deceitful one. It's like "heey look at me, I am so beautiful and stuff" - It makes one want to put ones foot into the hole in the middle of it, but when you do, the plant rapidly snaps the foot straight off, just like a bear trap. This is why it is known as the Bear-Trap Plant by the forest people.