No-one ever says Reykjavik in a song

In my dream last night I went to Iceland for a holiday: with my Aunt and a boy I was friends with in high school. We drove to Reykjavik in a bus on a great silver overpass that went over the ocean all the way from Perth.

The large red sun skimmed the horizon as we drove into the city and I could see people lazily swimming in geothermal-heated pools by the ocean's edge. The houses of Reykjavik were four or five stories high, made from blonde wood shingles with sloping ceilings and massive storm shutters. It was beautiful but severe.

I could already sense an icestorm on the horizon, and I have to admit I was worried about all the people frolicking on the warm seawater. I turned to the boy I knew in high school and told him how worried I was about the storm coming and the swimmers.

The boy had suddenly become an older man, in his 50s, with thinning hair and a beard, who looked just like my dad. He gave me an avuncular, relaxed smile. "Don't worry so much. You're on holidays. We'll go for a swim later too. Everything will be ok."

As he spoke I looked out of the bus window and I saw the storm had disappeared, and the light over the city was a serene gold from the low sun. He was right. Everything was going to be fine. Up ahead I saw our hotel, which was a beautiful big building with views over the tundra.

And then, as they say in the classics, I woke up. The alarm was going off -- it was 4:45, pitch dark, time to get up and take JW to the airport.  As I rolled out of bed I was quite sorry to be awake, as I would have liked to have seen more of Iceland. I think I might have liked it there.

Image from here.

Comments

[Liam]

Can we swap dreams? Mine aren't nearly so funky.

[Nomes]

I second that Liam -- mine aren't nearly that interesting, at least not in a good way.

[Jennifer Cascadia]

Sounds supreme!

I spend a lot of my dreaming hours visiting strange places, strange resorts, as well.

[Greg]

I guess its so hard to get anything to rhyme with Reykjavik. Funky dream, i want one

[It's like rain on your wedding day]

At the risk of incurring the Wrath of Red, I'll note, IIRC, that you originally misspelled "song" as "son" in the title. This is, freakishly & coincidentally, the Russian word for "dream"...

Now isn't that ironic*, dontchathink?

*Go on. Make my day, Poindexter.

[harry]

Volcanoes, glaciers, Northern Lights.
Iceland is the bomb.

Oh, and the forest elves from LOTR were actors from Iceland, apparently.

[Hed]

I had a dream about Iceland once. Well at least I assumed it was Iceland because I was wearing a fur jacket and Björk was there. She was flying through the air like a Chinese goddess, robes fluttering behind her. I had to collect pine cones for my art teacher. And then fight the Balrog with Harry Potter - but he was a twerp so I knocked him out and fought the demon by myself...

Is there a possibility I pay too much attention to pop culture?

[elsewhere]

Don't you feel annoyed when a dream leaves you with a delicious feeling of being somewhere -- and then you realise you were never there at all, or you never got to explore it as fully as you wanted to?

[Kate]

Fyodor, you make me laff and laff. And that typo was due to weird way typepad loads. I often end up inserting all sorts of extraneous characters into my headings.

Hed, any dream starring Bjork is dy definition awesome.

Elsewhere, yes. When I was a youngster, maybe 11 or so, I woke up and cried because I'd been dreaming I was flying.