Another Post!

I do keep being asked to write more, I really do not know why. Bowing down to the barrage of online urges, here’s another small excerpt. Perhaps not one that will make you laugh or rile your sensibilities, but one to make you think, perhaps not about me, but others.

I dreamed once that I would be killed in a violent fashion. I was walking down a set of stairs in Wales, I was stabbed in the chest, I fought back, as I would, but eventually fell. During this dream I felt each blow, especially the stab, but also the draining of my life blood, so much so, I awoke in a horror. That feeling stuck with me for a long time, it made me careful. 

It wasn’t a scary dream, it was just painful at the moment and shit me up due to feeling my being draining away. I awoke still feeling the stab wound. 

Today, my life has changed, I’m no longer in a confrontational situation/lifestyle, my dreams have changed. I’m now more afraid of dying without anyone noticing.

My choices and lifestyle have left me without the privilege of children to look after me, no wife or girlfriend to care if something happens to me, no friends that would miss me if I didn’t answer the phone or didn’t walk into the pub one evening. I expect if I didn’t turn up for work it would take weeks for someone to even wonder where the fuck I was.

But choices are choices. I do not have to be the hermit I am, I just prefer to be so at the moment. When something entices my attention, be sure I will enjoy it.