Fall asleep with Henrik Podcast

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 doesnt.

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 aliveand trying to fall asleep with it all.

Sleepy, this episode is for you, if youve 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!

More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl

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