I dreamed last night. Here are the facts.

I thought of getting a word misspelled on a Swedish assignment when I was eight years old. The word was "almanacka" but I spelled it "almenacka". The exact moment when I got it back, corrected in red ink, stood out like a sore head in my dream, frozen in time.

Did I raise us? Kind of?

I also dreamed up a short-film where a human rolls its tongue, a close-up, and in the dream I realised that this singular motion, captured in near-technicolor, was a lot better than the Disney film I saw last night.

I heard you're leaving early.

The colour of our sails was turquoise. We sailed in true optimism, doing it all by ourselves. We weren't heading anywhere. The sky was clearly blue, tinted with small clouds.