The Midas Touch.....x

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Hi all.

Let me adjust my microphone, I need it cranked up to LOUD!

Hopefully, this week has proved your most wonderful of the year so far. If not, there’s still time. Mine has been full of highs and transcended by a few lows. It’s yet to finish though, and I’m homeward bound so danger should be averted and love is on the agenda. I need the hug of a good woman, fortunately I have a very good woman who has an excellent hug. It’s a tad compromised right now though, there’s something coming between us in our embrace. A couple of things actually…

I didn’t sleep so good last night. The dream demon caught me off guard and threw my most common and dark dream at me. I have a repetitive dream that basically has me as a character similar to Midas (remember the King who wished for everything he touched turning to gold?). However, my Midas has a problem in that everything I touch gets fast acting terminal cancer. Not only that, I have to give someone else cancer to survive longer myself. Kind of like a vampire has to kill to survive, as do I. Pretty dark huh? I spend time looking for bad people to infect with my poisonous hands in order to keep my own heat beating. Wearing Agatha Christie style murdering leather gloves the rest of the time so I don’t touch an innocent. It never comes to a conclusion, it never seems to offer me an option to die, I act like some sort of vigilante, above the law, looking for rapists, paedophiles, bankers, politicians etc. People who society will be better off without. And then I wake up, all annoyed and bothered and out of sorts and maybe a little upset.

I don’t know what the dream means. I don’t know why it keeps coming back. I do know though, that it leaves me feeling very emotional, very tired and really frustrated with myself for not dealing with my spectre as succinctly as I should have done. It strikes usually when I’ve got stuff buzzing around my head, when I’m unsure of how to deal with something, when I’m bothered and absorbed in something that I simply don’t have control of and have to let go of.

Bizarre hey? That’s why I need a hug, baby.                                                

One love

Jez

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