[I originally wrote this on the 20:th of August 2008, and I found it again about twenty minutes ago. I thought that it was pretty interesting to see this thing again, so I decided to tidy up some grammatical errors and make it clearer and publish it here. It is still far from perfect, but I did not want to edit it too much. Enjoy this trip back to the past!]
This morning, I had a very tragic dream and when I woke up I was so sad that I had to get up and just walk around in my home for a while.
It was a dream about the quest for Paradise. The longing for Paradise.
About the hope that some day everything will be wonderful, all by itself, without us having had to do anything to make it so.
And of how in the end there will never be a Paradise.