It's december, it's a clear winter night and i m either overestimating Mikael Stanne for its beautiful lyrics or you re one hell of a writer (not even british!).
There's another possibility - my english in comparison sucks - but regardless, i enjoyed your story very much, that made me laugh too.
Once I had a dream almost exactly like the amazing story that Northern Lights just told, except at the end, the black metaller turned around and screamed at me, and then I returned the scream, and then it turned into a Korpiklaani song. The end.