Dream Report - Sweden
Last night I dreamed my parents and I went to Sweden, which turned out to be characterized by a mix of neo-classical architecture and giant, post-modern public art that looked like folksy wood-carvings blown up to gargantuan size.
I then found myself alternately reading and inhabiting a sort of steampunk-Viking saga/soap opera in which the female lead was passively-aggressively fomenting a feud between two clans for reasons of her own. The dream concluded with a big red-haired dude, who had been the most likeable and sensible character, getting exiled and taking off in his personal flying cloak device; then someone, possibly a wizard, was confronting our villainess in a cave about her machinations, and I think it was at that point I woke up.
Also I had been knitting items for various characters throughout.
I then found myself alternately reading and inhabiting a sort of steampunk-Viking saga/soap opera in which the female lead was passively-aggressively fomenting a feud between two clans for reasons of her own. The dream concluded with a big red-haired dude, who had been the most likeable and sensible character, getting exiled and taking off in his personal flying cloak device; then someone, possibly a wizard, was confronting our villainess in a cave about her machinations, and I think it was at that point I woke up.
Also I had been knitting items for various characters throughout.