Loki visited this morning when I was half awake, and when I fell asleep again He took me to this “nowhere” place. Or maybe it was an “inbetween” place? It wasn’t a normal dream; we were floating in greyish fog. (This has happened once before, but then he pulled me out of a dream and into the Nowhere place.)
“Write me a hymn,” He says.
“Write me a hymn.”
“Er… how am I supposed to manage that? I can’t even play any instrument!”
Loki pulls out a metal pitch pipe of the kind used to tune a guitar, and blows on it. “That’s a ‘G’, take it from there,” He says and grins broadly like a Cheshire cat.