Ætla að prófa að skrifa eina svona smásögu á ensku. Vona innilega að þið nennið að lesa þetta þó þetta sé steypa, en skrifa ég þetta vegna þess að ég er að rifja upp draum sem mig dreymdi nokkrum mánuðum eftir lát móður minnar. Skal þó taka fram að hluti að þessu er skáldskapur en er ég með skýringarnar á botninum í lok sögunnar.





I wake up at a place that I haven't seen before.
Everything here is so friendly. Something must be wrong. I see trees around me and leafs surround the body of the deserted forest Im in.
I stand up barely naked, In shorts that I don't know who owns. I look around me, but I can't see anything but trees and leafs. I walk on, deeper into the forest. After a long walk I spot a stone that has strange marks on it. It's a cross with a blade going through it. I approach the stone with causion. Then I lean forward to see the letters written on it. It's in a language I don't understand. I see a statue that's behind the stone. It's a funny looking guy staring at my with a smile on his face. I look at him for a while and after some moments of silence I go over to the statue and I shake it. There is a quiet click I hear and then the ground starts shaking. I fall down on the ground and I blackout……………


I open my eyes and I remember were I am. ,,Ahh yes the forest, of course''. But something has changed. The stone is gone! The only thing I see is a hole in the ground. I go further to examine it and I find out that there is a letter leading downwards. I go down the ladder and it looks like it's endless. I walk down,down,down,down…………..This is driving me insane! Then I see a light, a white shining light. What is it? This light isn't like any other light. It has some force that's dragging me to it. I can't resist it! I walk forward to it and then ZAPP! It surrounds me and suddenly Im in a white room. I look around and I only see a room with white walls. No doors, no windows, and no furniture. What is this place. I hear something move behind me. I turn around quickly. What the? It's somekind of a creature or something, I really don't know. It approaches me and I stand still, not knowing what to do. Then the creature bows down and says: ‘'Your name sir’'? I quickly respond: ‘'My name is Sigurjón’'. The creature then walks around me like it's examineing me or something. Then after a while it says: ‘'Ahh yes, of course, Sigurjón, I know who you are’'. ‘'You do?’' I say amused. ‘'Yes, you are a newcomer’'.

''Could you please tell me who you are'' I ask it confused about this situation.

''Yes'', and then the creature takes of his hood.

It's a tall man with that's very friendly looking with a tie and in nice looking shoes.

''Excuse me about my appearance, I always do this to stranger so they don't find out who I am at first, because I enemy of mine is always stealing people from me''.

''People?'' I ask him. ‘'What do you mean?’'

''You are Sigurjón Guðmundsson and you died in a car accident and this my friend is the waiting room to heaven. And sorry about not telling you this further on, but my name is God.''

''And when I say people then I mean souls''

''Am I dead!?'' I ask him.

''Yes my chield, and I can take you to the place were you left your body if you want a further proof.''

''No thanks, I believe you.''

''Well then we should get going. You wanna fly to heaven or should I transport us there straight away?''

''What is the difference?''

''Well you can go on a great sightseeing tour if we fly''.

''Yeah I guess I wanna fly''

''Ok, then of we go''

The End

Svona var alvöru draumurinn:

Ég vaknaði í skóg og gekk niður tröppurnar gegn hvíta ljósinu og inní hvíta herbergið. Hitti ég þar veruna og sneri mér við þegar að ég heyrði hljóð bakvið mig. Veran gekk upp að mér og tók af sé hettuna, og var þetta andlit móður minnar. Síðan andartaki síðar vaknaði ég. Allt annað er skáldskapur og ímyndunarafl í mér.

Summi kveður……

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