The Cold War was still a concern and there was a classroom project to discuss mutually acceptable boundaries, and I made the suggestion that we follow flight patterns, and traced them with my finger on the map, but the other person kept getting mad at me for smudging the map and wouldn’t accept my ideas.
Then Bjork came into the dream; Iceland was on the centre of her forehead and we traced criss-crossing flight patterns on her forehead over Iceland. She smiled.
