Woke up from – or by – a nightmare I’m sure was initiated just a second or two beyond the awakening, about Barsebäck running amok and laying Copenhagen to waste, including yours truly looking on from his hotelwindow. First reaction? In the dream, stopping to look at it and dropping to the hotel room floor, worried about my kids. In the real world, being happy in the know how that Nuclear powerplant has been long since turned off. But still, it felt so real that the best CGI-artists in Hollywood would’ve envied my unconscious mind those kind of digital skills.