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V is for Valhalla......

I won't pretend to be surprised that dreams are powerful and when used correctly, can give you the answers to many of the questions you might have. After my first NaNoWriMo experience, when one night's dreaming gave me, not only the title to my story, but the entire plot... as well as my pen-name for the event, I have never doubted that dreams help align our otherwise chaotic sub-conscious.

Today was no different...

As I posted to many of my friends the need for an appropriate 'V' word for today's blog, it suddenly dawned on me that I woke with the word on my lips--- or rather, I woke with the scene in my head.

I have never dreamed in Norse. At least, I have never been known to dream in Norse. Last night's dream, however, was set in a battlefield--- at the end of the battle (fortunately there were no gory war scenes in my dream or it may have mutated into a nightmare). At the time of the dream, I had no conscious awareness that the scene was a crude depiction of Norse warriors. But as I think of the dream now, I realize the combination of animal skins, furs and ancient armor was indeed Norse-like.

The scene was a sad, but simple one. A group of warriors were startled by the spectral figure of a fallen comrade, whose body had slipped into a deep marshy mire. His spectral ghost lay next to the marsh, trapped in a loop of repeating his death.

From behind the group of warriors, a figure emerges and "magically" raises the body of the fallen warrior from the marsh pit so that he may move on to the afterlife..... At this point, the dream ends.

Though there were no scary Valkyries ripping through my dream, and though I know the dream can be molded to fit whatever "battle scene" I care to impose upon it, I'd like to think I was witness to the birth of an einherjar (lone fighter) on his way to Valhalla to fight in the ranks of Odin's select warriors as they prepare for  Ragnarök. Yeah, so that's a lot to pull from one little dream-scene.... can't help it, that's what the writer-mind does....


  1. I seldom remember dreams, and when I do, they don't add up to much.

    But that's okay. I'll do my dreaming during the day, when I'm awake for it. Easier to catch those wisps and bits and pin 'em to paper then.

    By the way, this: "...I'd like to think I was witness to the birth of an einherjar on his way to Valhalla..." Lovely.

    And who's to say you weren't?

    v: voices from the past

  2. Thanks, Joe!

    I don't always remember my dreams, but when I do...they are strange little snippets that most times make no sense.

    Oh, and I'm very fond of the dreaming during the day as well :-)

  3. you have never dreamed in Norse - that's funny - I mean who has? Nice post.

  4. I love dreaming - it's like living another life sometimes - and Norse mythology has always been a source of inspiration for me.


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