Fall asleep with Henrik

Hi Sleepy.

I’m not inspired today. Which is perfect, really. Because what better place to begin than from absolutely nowhere?

We start with a cheerful dead mouse – not a real one – but a rollercoaster. We imagine its wild, happy face as we plunge into the Stockholm archipelago, which I pronounce about seven times too many. Somewhere along the way I try to explain the meaning of “Stockholm” while forgetting what “Holme” means. I get interrupted by an imaginary mouse who wants to discuss existentialism. Fair enough.

This is not your average journey to sleep. We tumble through carnival metaphors, church summer camps, ancient Greek statues, teenage identity loss, and the unbearable tightness of fitting rooms. Also: why cats are secretly our enemies, the mystery of polar beers, and how to house anxiety like a loud but lovable guest.

I don’t know anything, and that’s sort of the point.

Sleep Tight!

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Hi Sleepy. Do you ever feel like you’ve swapped yourself out, part by part, until you’re a totally different person, yet somehow still…you? Tonight, we set sail on the ship of Theseus, only to lose the rudder and find a violin instead. We spiral through liquid glass interfaces from the ’90s, winter mornings at minus 30°C, the dizzy terror of spinning taxis, and an oak tree that may or may not live inside me.

This is a swirling, windy episode. An introspective drift through memories of childhood fires, self-doubt, violin camps, and the inexplicable beauty of being the very fingertip of bliss in a clam-indifferent universe.

You’re welcome to join the Facebook group, by the way. You’ll find some friendly Swedes and maybe even a giggling god or two.

It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it. Let’s begin.

Sleep Tight!

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Welcome, Sleepy. Tonight we travel nowhere and everywhere. From rain-soaked Stockholm afternoons to marble statues of sorrow in the dark, from sugar-longings and beard-brushed foreheads in a monk’s TV room to the simple bewilderment of carrying too many plastic bags—this episode drifts through it all.

There will be illusions, instant gratification, loneliness, monks with “French nerves,” disappointing first kisses, and the strange normalcy of dreams after staring grief straight in the face. And all the while, I just want to be a decent person. Not perfect. Just decent.

It’s okay to feel lost. It’s okay to not know what to do with your arms. It’s okay to want to be held.

Let’s just sit here a while, in our quiet little room of sound.

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Hi, Sleepy. Tonight, I’m laying on my sofa—yes, laying, not lying, although I’m probably also lying a bit—and speaking into the soft Stockholm summer night.

The world outside my window is holding its breath, and I guess I’m doing something similar inside.

We talk about minds touching across time and space, about Harold the hamster who won’t stop running, and the child who asked her father, “Why do I have to exist?”

This episode is a quiet meander through all those big, unanswerable questions that keep popping up when the lights go out—questions about forever, about being, about the strangeness of not knowing. But don’t worry, I’m not here to solve anything. I’m here to wander with you. And together, we remember: we are all riddles wrapped in meat costumes, alone but not lonely, wondering but not lost.

Sleep tight!

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Hi Sleepy. I’m not in my studio tonight. I’m in my living room, and you’re welcome to wander around—mentally, I mean.

This is one of those episodes where I try to record two in a row and end up walking straight into my own metaphors.

Tonight, I tell you about my gingerbread pig. No, really. A real one, from childhood. It flew through the air and shattered, and maybe something inside me did too. But I’m okay. I’m in a good pit, a “PP,” if you will.

We also talk about running in Narnia, how ferrets might process grief, and what it means to be a chaotic human with a Swedish mouth that doesn’t like the word “chaos.” There’s nothing to fix here, nothing to climb out of. Sometimes we just sit together. And tonight, that’s enough.

Sleep tight!

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Hi Sleepy. Welcome back to my humble abode!

Tonight, we tumble headfirst into memory. A snowy road, a sausage in the oven, a father who cries over forgotten ice cream.

We visit a small trauma in 1980s Sweden, a forgotten needle, a hardened ball of modeling clay, a retreating mother in a silent convent. And somehow it all connects to sleep. Or doesn’t.

There are no morals here. No advice. Just the truth of what happened and how it still lives in a voice, in a thumb, in a podcast. This is a journey through numbness, rules, rebellion, parenting, and the beautiful, unsolvable mystery of being alive—and trying to fall asleep with it all.

Sleepy, this episode is for you, if you’ve ever needed a reason to forgive yourself for feeling everything at once, or nothing at all.

Sleep tight!

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Hi, Sleepy. Today we glide into a fog of unfinished business, unbarked dogs, and AK-free mornings. We talk Ice Cube, yes—but not clinically. We also marvel at billion-year-old granite counters, their immovability, their unapologetic permanence. We spiral through dizziness and its deceit, and hover somewhere between sorrow, friendship, and the myth of eternal romantic unity. There’s song lyrics (sort of), nostalgia, and the final seconds of truth—but oops, we ran out of time.

Let me be your wandering thoughts tonight, your strange mind at rest. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it. Let’s begin.

Sleep Tight!

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Welcome back, Sleepy. Tonight, it's just you and me again—Henrik, here in my little studio in Stockholm, whispering gently into your ear with my weird dialect and my equally peculiar point of view. It's early, earlier than I'd prefer, and summer has burst upon Stockholm almost overnight, turning everything brilliantly, inexplicably green. How does that always happen?

We'll wander together through absurd memories of my dishwashing escapades at 25, existential bedtime battles, and those peculiar, intrusive thoughts about stabbing forks and asking strangers for hats. Don’t worry—it's less scary than it sounds. I'm just rambling, unedited and unscripted, quietly exploring the oddly comforting chaos of being human.

So settle in, drift off to sleep, and let yourself be gently carried away by my aimless but heartfelt musings. After all, none of us are perfect—and isn't that perfectly fine?

Sleep Tight!

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Hi Sleepy.

Tonight we stand together on the edge of something that maybe was never there to begin with. I talk about the third arm that vanished, the cliff that never was, and the Pope I almost licked.

We float through cathedral ceilings and asphalt plains, childhood fears and ABBA-induced tears, trying not to fall—or at least not fall alone.

There’s Harriet, singing in the car. There’s my dad, holding a band-aid like a book title. And there’s you, Sleepy, drifting beside me in the strange safety of storytelling. Loss isn’t just absence. It’s surprise.

Sleep Tight!

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Hi, Sleepy. This is me again. Henrik.

Floating above the endless void of meaning and language and strangely shaped English sentences.

In tonight’s episode, I reflect on the tragic beauty of being a Swedish man with a microphone and no filter.

We talk about parenting, loneliness, oceans, boats, triangles on Venus, the impossibility of controlling anything, and the maddening mystery of what birthdays felt like in 1348.

I admit my fears. I praise curiosity. I thank my imagination. And I speak, because that’s what I do. Words tumble like socks in a dryer, some pairing off, some lost in the dark.

This isn’t a lullaby. It’s something else. Something that floats. Welcome to another introspective and imaginative journey to sleep.

Sleep tight!

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