Iceland Camper Van - Sleepy Story With Rain Sounds

This is a Calming Sleepy Story, written and narrated by me. It is set in beautiful Iceland. You will drive through the land of Ice and Fire in a cosy camper van. You will learn about this amazing place, before parking up and finding somewhere perfect for sleep.

Transcript

Hello,

My friend.

Welcome to your sleep story.

My name is Stephen Dalton.

I'm an Irish storyteller,

And it's my great privilege to be the voice that you listen to as you go to sleep tonight.

Tonight,

I continue my Travelling in a Campervan series.

We've already gone to Ireland,

And tonight,

It's Iceland,

The ancient land of ice and fire.

In it,

You will explore this beautiful place and even hear some of its folklore and history.

It's a cozy,

Heartwarming experience.

Okay,

Let's do the relaxation session now,

Which will take a few minutes,

Before tonight's sleep story.

I'm going to count down from 10 to 1,

And as I do,

Allow yourself to let go,

More and more.

10 Feel the support of the bed beneath you,

Or the floor,

Or whatever you lie upon tonight.

And beneath that,

Feel the support of our planet,

Earth,

Holding you,

Supporting you,

Keeping you safe.

And with that awareness of that support,

See if you can let go a little bit more now.

Loosen any tension a little bit more now.

9 You are safe.

Allow my voice to be an anchor of safety tonight,

To be a friend,

To be a voice of trust,

Trust in the fact that I will only ever bring you to safe places.

8 Feel into your body now.

Feel where you still might be holding.

Maybe it's in your feet,

Maybe in your lower legs,

Maybe in your belly,

Perhaps in your chest,

Your hands even,

Or your face.

I know I hold in my face.

Just soften now.

Just let go.

7 The day is done.

Whatever has been,

Has been.

Whatever will be,

Will be.

Whatever thoughts you might be having about tomorrow,

About today,

About anything,

They are not so useful now.

They do not serve you,

But do not fight them.

See them for what they are,

Just thoughts coming and going,

Part of being a human.

And gently let them go now.

See them floating away like clouds passing in a starlit sky or leaves floating down.

6 This is your moment.

This is your time.

You have nowhere to go right now,

Nowhere to be.

Allow that fact to enable you to sink deeper and deeper into this moment.

Allow that fact to bring more softening,

More peace in this moment.

5 Perhaps allow a little gratitude now.

Gratitude for the shelter you have tonight,

For the opportunity of rest,

For the simple things,

Your breath,

Your body and those you love.

4 Peace lives within you.

It is always there,

Just waiting to be found,

Waiting to be seen,

Waiting to be felt.

See if you can find that peace tonight.

See if you can feel it.

3 Begin to engage with your imagination now.

Begin to see yourself in a cozy camper van,

Traveling through the vast expanse of Iceland,

A majestic,

Epic place.

It's raining outside and you feel very happy to be in the safety of your camper van.

You can be with someone that means a lot to you,

Or on your own,

Whatever you prefer.

2 Checking in with your body one more time now.

Your body has worked hard for you today.

It's time to give it rest.

1 Completely letting go now,

As I tell you tonight's sleep story.

You are here in the quiet warmth of your camper van,

Surrounded by the untamed beauty of the magical land of Iceland.

The road stretches out before you,

Winding through the ancient landscape as rain taps steadily against the windshield.

The rain brings with it a sense of calm,

A sense of peace,

A sense of being touched by the natural world.

You take some deep breaths here.

In and out.

In.

Outside,

The world is a wild volcanic rock and sweeping plains stretch out beneath the sky,

Heavy with clouds.

Inside though,

You are wrapped in stillness,

In the soft hum of the van's engine and the gentle swaying as you move forward.

As you drive,

There's a sense that time moves differently here.

The land around you feels timeless,

For these mountains and these glaciers have watched over this place for many,

Many millennia.

And you,

In your camper van,

Are just a small part of it,

Traveling through the land of ice and fire and in a way,

Perhaps you feel both insignificant and deeply connected to this world at the same time.

It's funny how travel does that to you.

You spend so much of life focused on the details,

On the little things that fill your days,

But out here,

Surrounded by the immensity of Iceland's landscapes,

Those details slip away and you're left with just yourself,

The road,

And the rain.

You glance at the horizon,

Where distant mountains rise,

Their peaks hidden by low-hanging clouds.

Somewhere out there,

Glaciers slowly shift and breathe,

And here you are,

A part of that endless cycle,

Even if just for a moment.

This is the kind of journey that makes you reflect on the nature of things,

On how life unfolds in its quiet,

Steady way,

Much like the rain outside.

You find comfort in the rain,

The way it blurs the edges of everything,

Softening the sharp lines of the mountains,

The jagged lava fields,

Even the distant ocean.

It's like the rain has a way of smoothing out not just the land,

But your thoughts too,

Easing the tension that always seems to linger in the back of your mind.

Perhaps you wonder about the people who have lived here before,

How they too must have listened to the rain and felt this same sense of smallness and connection to something far greater than themselves.

Iceland doesn't rush,

It doesn't demand anything from you.

The land is patient,

Unchanging,

As though it knows that whatever troubles you bring here will eventually be washed away,

Given time.

The road ahead of you winds gently through a valley now,

The hills on either side rise up high.

The van hums along with you,

Its movement steady,

Reliable.

It's your shelter from everything outside,

From the elements,

From the noise of the world.

You let your hands rest on the steering wheel and there's something deeply human about this drive,

This sense of movement through a place so vast,

Yet so intimate.

It's in moments like this,

Moments of movement,

Of traveling forward,

Not always knowing where you're going,

That trust is to be found,

Trusting the road will take you somewhere you need to be.

You glance at the horizon,

Where the sky meets the earth,

And the thought crosses your mind,

How many people have looked at this same horizon,

Felt this same rain?

People hundreds,

Even thousands of years ago,

Saw this same view,

And you're connected to them in some small way,

Across time and space.

There's comfort in that,

In knowing that you're part of a long line of travelers,

Each one carving their own path through the world,

Just as you are now.

And in this van,

In this simple act of driving through the rain,

Perhaps you feel something close to contentment.

You're not in a hurry,

You have no destination you need to reach,

No expectations to fulfill,

The journey itself is enough.

You continue along the ring road,

The rain becoming a steady companion,

And up ahead,

Through the mist,

You catch sight of something standing out against the muted landscape,

Reykjord Church,

One of Iceland's most significant historical sites.

Though it appears small and unassuming from the road,

This place holds centuries of stories.

You slow the camper van,

Allowing yourself to take in the view from your seat.

The church itself is modern,

But its roots go deep into Icelandic history.

This is where Snorri Sturluson,

The great medieval writer,

Historian,

And chieftain,

Once lived and worked.

You think of the ancient sages,

The epic stories that he wrote,

Preserved through time,

And how they were born in places just like this,

Quiet,

Remote,

Shaped by the ruggedness of the land.

The rain taps lightly on the roof as you sit there,

Watching the church from behind the glass.

It feels right,

Somehow,

To observe this place from the safety of the van.

The land around you hasn't changed much since Snorri's time.

Endless fields of lava rock,

Moss,

And mountain ranges on the horizon.

After a while,

You move on.

The church slowly disappearing in the rear-view mirror.

There's something grounding about being in Iceland,

As if time here doesn't follow the same rules.

You feel connected to the land,

And to the stories it holds.

The road stretches onwards,

And up ahead,

You see Seljalandsfoss,

One of Iceland's most iconic waterfalls.

From the distance,

It's a thin ribbon of water,

Cascading down from the cliffs.

But as you draw closer,

The full scale of it becomes clear.

You slow the camper van,

And watch as the waterfall tumbles from a height,

Crushing down into the pool below,

Sending up a constant mist that blurs the edges of everything nearby.

In this weather,

With the rain falling,

Seljalandsfoss feels even more mystical,

More magical,

More peace-giving,

As it flows out from deep within the cliffs.

You move on,

Leaving Seljalandsfoss behind,

The waterfall gradually disappearing from your rear-view mirror,

As the road winds its way deeper into Iceland's southern coast.

After some time,

You spot another natural wonder ahead,

The towering black cliffs of Dirhollaey,

A rocky promontory that juts out into the sea.

It's a dramatic sight,

Rising sharply from the surrounding coastline,

And you can just make out the large,

Arched opening that has been carved into the rock by the pounding waves over centuries.

Dirhollaey is a place of contrasts.

On one side,

You have the vast,

Dark expanse of the Atlantic Ocean stretching endlessly into the horizon.

On the other side,

There are the volcanic black sand beaches,

So stark and otherworldly,

It's almost like looking at the surface of another planet.

Towering above it all is the promontory itself,

With its sharp cliffs and the natural archway that gives Dirhollaey its name,

The Door Hill Island.

The ocean looks so powerful from here.

This is dramatic landscape at its finest.

It's the kind of place that reminds you of how small you are in the grand scheme of things,

And yet there's comfort in that.

The world keeps moving,

The waves keep crashing,

The cliffs keep standing,

And here you are,

Just a passing moment in all of it.

In the distance,

You can see puffins,

Tiny dots of black and white,

Clinging to the steep rock faces.

This is one of the places they call home,

Nesting high up on the cliffs during the summer months.

Though the puffins are distant,

Barely visible through the drizzle,

Their presence adds a sense of life to the scene,

A reminder that even in these harsh,

Isolated places,

Life flourishes.

You move on.

The road continues to wind its way along the southern coast.

The landscape is a patchwork of green fields,

Volcanic rock,

And distant mountains.

Up ahead,

You see another landmark begin to emerge through the mist,

Called Skaftafell.

This is a stunning natural reserve nestled within Vatnajökull National Park,

Home to Iceland's largest glacier.

From the van,

You can see the jagged edge of Skaftafell's jökull,

One of the many glacial tongues extending from Vatnajökull.

Even from this distance,

The glacier is breathtaking,

Its icy blue surface contrasting sharply with the dark volcanic soil surrounding it.

The rain taps steadily against the windows as you take it all in,

The massive expanse of ice stretching out before you,

Carving its way through the valley like a river frozen in time.

Glaciers have a way of reminding you how vast and slow-moving the world can be.

Skaftafell has been shaped over millennia by the relentless push and pull of ice and fire,

The glacier slowly carving out the landscape as it moves.

The camper van feels very cozy right now as you watch the glacier from the comfort of your seat,

And it's easy to feel connected to something bigger than yourself.

The rain continues to fall,

And perhaps you find yourself thinking about how glaciers move so slowly that their progress is imperceptible in a single human lifetime,

And yet they change the world in profound ways,

Shaping valleys,

Rivers and entire ecosystems.

It's a humbling thought,

This idea of change happening so gradually that we can't see it,

But knowing that it's there all the same.

You wonder if life isn't a bit like that,

Small,

Imperceptible shifts that shape us over time,

Changes we don't even realize are happening until we look back and see how far we've come.

You move ahead along the road,

And it starts to narrow,

Winding its way through fields of green moss and volcanic rock.

You've been driving for hours,

And the landscape has been a constant companion,

Vast and untamed.

But now,

As the day begins to fade into evening,

You feel a quiet pull to find a place to stop,

To rest.

The rain continues to fall,

Steady and soothing,

And you know that soon you'll need to find a place where you can settle for the night.

Not far ahead,

You notice a small turnoff leading away from the main road and down towards the coast.

You decide to follow it,

The camper van moving slowly,

As the road narrows even more.

The sea begins to come into view,

Dark and endless,

And you catch sight of a small cove sheltered by cliffs,

The perfect spot to park for the night.

You guide the camper van down the last stretch of road,

Finding a flat area overlooking the cove.

The cliffs rise up around you,

Protective,

Creating a natural barrier from the wind.

Below,

You can hear the rhythmic sound of the waves as they lap gently against the black sand beach.

This is the kind of place that feels hidden,

Like a secret only you know,

A place that's been waiting just for you.

You slide in to the back of the camper van,

Settling into your bed,

Wrapped in soft blankets.

The rain is your constant companion.

Your eyes are getting heavy now,

As you lie in the warmth of the camper van.

And as you are about to sleep,

You see that the sky is shifting a little,

That there are some openings within the clouds.

There,

Through an opening,

As you look through the window,

You see the northern lights,

Or the aurora borealis,

Dancing above you.

This is rare.

To see the aurora borealis while it still rains is a phenomenon few have witnessed.

They swirl and pulse like a living,

Breathing thing through the gaps in the clouds.

It feels like magic,

Like the universe itself is offering you a final gift before sleep.

It's so beautiful,

This moment.

And as you watch,

Your mind drifts to the old tales of this land,

Stories passed down through generations of Icelanders,

The ancient Viking sagas,

Stories of gods and heroes,

Battles and journeys across the seas come to mind.

There's one story in particular,

The tale of Leif Erikson,

The great explorer,

The first European to set foot on North American soil,

Long before anyone else would cross those waters.

That's a story worth remembering.

Leif was said to have sailed these very seas,

Guided by the stars and the lights above.

The Vikings believed the northern lights were reflections of the shields of the Valkyries,

Those fierce warrior-maidens who carried fallen warriors to Valhalla,

The great hall of the afterlife.

Watching the aurora dance now,

You understand how the Vikings must have felt,

Awed,

Humbled by the beauty and power of the natural world,

You sense that something far larger than yourself was at work.

As you lie back down,

Your body is sinking into the softness of the bed.

Perhaps you feel a deep connection to those ancient stories.

The Vikings sailed under these same skies,

Looking up at these same lights,

And now,

Centuries later,

You're here,

A part of that endless cycle of travel and rest,

Of exploration and stillness.

Your eyes are heavy now,

The weight of the day finally catching up with you.

You breathe in deeply now,

And breathe out,

Feeling safe,

Sheltered,

Connected to this ancient land and its stories.

And as sleep finally takes hold,

You know that you're not alone on this journey.

You are a part of something much larger,

A story that began long before you,

And will continue long after.

Safe,

Warm,

And at peace,

You let yourself drift off,

Carried by the rain,

The lights,

And the ancient tales of Iceland.

Www.

Mooji.

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Reviews

The relaxation countdown is wonderful - followed by a truly calming story. One of my current "go-to's" for bedtime.

In my imagination I’m a passenger in your camper van enjoying the solitude of Iceland and it’s
ancient peaks …. Sleeping by the sea with rain on the camper van and a long awaited cuppa in my hand, I dreamily close my eyes …..Your adventures are truly amazing, a gifted story teller, soooo with deep sighs, and a smile on my face I fall into slumber thank you sooo much Stephen. Night night

Feeling stressed and ruminating about an illness. This helped me step back and take a trip in my van. I fell asleep and managed to get some rest. Thank you for sharing your story and the kindness in your voice.

I fell asleep while riding in the camper van in the rain! I don’t remember anything about Iceland except ‘land of fire & ice’!
Thank you for a great night’s sleep!