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A steady rain was pouring down. It lashed the windows and blew sideways on fierce northern winds. Tree branches scraped against the walls of the barn where Svin was sleeping. Yet by all appearances he was oblivious to the foul weather. His body did not so much as twitch on his bed of hay. Indeed no one could have woken him from his dreams if they wanted to. He had already opened his eyes to find himself... somewhere else.By now Svin was no stranger to strange dreams. However they never struck him as something he was trapped within. At a certain point he was always able to shake himself from them and return to the soothing repetitive ritual...