Fall asleep with Henrik

Hi, Sleepy. It’s vacation. That ambiguous soup of time where everything’s supposed to soften, slow down, sparkle. But what if it doesn’t? What if your inner rhythm just… refuses to change? In this summer-soaked episode, I step out of my apartment and wander through Stockholm’s shaded parks. I meet roses, ducks, and eventually a sarcastic, unexpectedly wise beetle who calls me a melancholic ape and...

Hi Sleepy. Tonight we investigate the duties of a dude, explore the dangers of barfing in Bermuda, and invent book titles together in a kind of dreamy publishing house of the mind. I’ll be your messy thinker while you drift off to sleep, and together we’ll wander into absurd forests, revisit long-lost friendships, contemplate public pouting birch trees, and relive the time I failed gracefully in f...

Hi Sleepy. This episode starts somewhere between a weather forecast and an unknown song, and then tumbles headfirst into illusions, windmills, and the inexplicable human need to throw raw eggs into fans. I talk about nutcases (actual nuts may be involved), being a self-observing street rat, and my unwavering defence of my mother when I was seventeen and vibrating with teenage fury. We ponder the p...

Welcome to Fall Asleep with Henrik! This isn’t meditation. And it’s not a bedtime story. It’s me — Henrik — talking softly, strangely, truthfully, until your brain gives up. Fall Asleep with Henrik. A podcast like nothing else. Every week. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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 f...

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...

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,” disappoin...

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...

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. Bu...

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...

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 (so...

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...

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, ho...

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 birthday...

Hi, Sleepy. Welcome to this oddly brave little boat of a podcast, wobbling out into the great English-speaking sea with nothing but mismatched oars, a thermos of lukewarm tea, and your host, Me: Henrik – a nervous Swede with no plan and all the feelings. This is the very first step, a humble monologue about nothing and everything: fear of failure, boyhood nostalgia, sleep as a kind of vacation, an...

Sleepy, tonight’s journey to sleep is less about neat conclusions and more about wandering through the vaults of your childhood imagination—swimming in coins, stumbling through radish economies and spy mice in pillar boxes. It is what it is. What happens happens, and right now there’s nothing we can do but let our thoughts drift where they may. Let my half-remembered broken english on ducks, toads...

Hi Sleepy. Tonight’s episode is a softly crumbling biscuit of memory, longing, and the strangely delicious ache of childhood love. We wander back to Linghed, where horses bite, letters go undelivered, and a small boy (me) tries to explain feelings with plastic pearls and lies about the post office. I wonder what love really is—whether it’s chemicals, a fog, or simply a horse you pretend to like. I...

Sleepy… what happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it. So let’s go... In this episode, I do what I do best: I forget what I’m doing halfway through doing it, and continue doing it anyway. I talk to you about disaster. Not the dramatic kind, but the kind you're born into—life as a pile of debris to build something beautiful out of. We wander from a lion-infested South Afr...

Hi Sleepy. So, here we are again—just you and me, Henrik. Tonight, I’m nervous and curious all at once, trying out this whole speaking-English-with-a-Swedish-accent thing. It makes me feel both exotic and, let’s be honest, a little awkward. I'll probably ramble about what it feels like when Swedes encounter confident English speakers abroad and how quickly we wish we could disappear through the gr...

Smoke gets in my eyes, Sleepy. Tonight, we wander through the fog—the good kind, the dreamy kind. The kind where thoughts are like lazy ghosts around a campfire, dodging the marshmallows and heading straight for your face. I talk about mopeds, naturally. And being an idiot. Also naturally. Youth, spicy food, graves under church carpets, and the weight of choosing love—whatever that means. There’s...

Hi Sleepy. Tonight, we trace the tangled threads of Henrik’s lineage — from noble knights with goat-pensions and helmet-fields, to tall matriarchs in hypnotic 60's dresses, to smoky kitchen dances and secret jewelry sessions on shaggy bedroom carpets. We meet King Håkon Longlegs (or… do we?), Wolf Shield heiresses, and the dignified stillness of people who have seen things . Henrik pours out ances...

In this meandering nighttime journey, Henrik takes us through the complex emotions of family reunions and generational differences. From a meaningful celebration of his parents' 50th wedding anniversary to reflections on his childhood as the eldest of six siblings, Henrik weaves together past and present in his signature stream-of-consciousness style. Listen as Henrik contemplates the forests arou...

In the enchanting realm of Henrik's stream of consciousness, this episode weaves a fantastical tale of a kingdom called Aurelia where power and wealth are concentrated in the hands of a few. We follow Jack, a clever trickster who encounters a magical woman in the Elderwood Forest and embarks on a mission to challenge the corrupt King Ulrik and his self-serving advisors. Henrik's storytelling meand...

In this meandering journey through consciousness, Henrik explores the complex relationship between certainty and humility, weaving together personal stories from his acting school days with reflections on leadership, fear, and the human need for control. From his first terrifying encounter with a carousel at age 10 to conquering his fears on the "Candy Train" with his daughter years later, Henrik...

In this unusually intimate episode, Henrik opens the door to his inner world, sharing the profound changes and transitions in his personal life. Through a meandering stream of consciousness that weaves between reflections on separation, love, and the nature of human connection, he explores what it means to be simultaneously broken and whole. As the garden studio holds space for his vulnerability,...