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Im on my way out of a house in my hometown Hudiksvall, standing in the hallway I reckon it´s the house of a friends friend, Påhl, whom I've visited once before. It's a really cozy house in the middle of the old parts of the town. It's deserted and dark, as if I've snuck myself in there at night like a burgler. When I get out I realize it's been snowing since the last time I was outside. Later I´m on a parking lot with great snow walls around it from the ploughing of snow. It's still night but there're other people around by the lot. At first, I'm riding a small three-wheeled bike, then I'm in a car driving around this lot. I do not make especially well...I think I crash and/or fall of my bike while people are watching.

I find myself walking barefoot in a harsch forest just like the ones outside of my family home in Sweden. There´s only a few pines and mostly big rocks, moss and lingonberry sprigs. As I walk around in this place, jumping on the large rocks, I hear people coming up behind me. And a car as well. I get a bit surprised since I haven't seen any road nearby. Some distance away I see a black guy with glasses comming towards "my" rock and he´s having a conversation with some random dude. The car I just heard is actually running on a gravel road and this too is heading in my direction. I turns out that these big rocks actually is some kind of garage in the middle of the forest! The mentioned road leads right beneath one of the rocks and there´s a car port at the bottom!

I walk around this area, amazed, as more and more people are gathering in this odd fortest garage. By one of the (suddenly appeared) glass doors close to a rock I encounter Stefan and Linda from my former hometown. Stefan´s holding a tiny cup of cappuccino which he almost drops when we meet. We´re glad to see eachother and none of us seems to find it strange that we´re in the middle of a forest garage area in mid-Sweden...

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