Voice

A night of comparatively calm sleep despite the howling wind outside, I thought I was awake lying there. Then lots of purple, and a voice saying;

'Your brother has been killed.'


But to quote the song, dreams can tell a lie. I have had about three of these voice-in-the-ear type dreams (deathtalkers, I call them) and while I don't want to goad fate, their record for accuracy has been reassuringly poor. The first was a furious weird male voice roaring about my lost cat, and thankfully talking utter b*ll*cks. The second was a peculiar one this year; it was on the 2nd July that a voice calmly said to me 'he's had an accident.' I later learned that Robert Price died on the morning of /night before my birthday. The first voice felt like just some nasty explosion out of my terrified psyche. I worry more when the voice is calm.

I sometimes wonder if this is nascent mental illness of the schizophrenic type that Mum developed, which does have a genetic component. Down to me to stay aware, record, keep calm ... We are not talking a frequent occurrence. Besides, yesterday was a tense day, especially watching Titans season 3 last night which drew so strongly from



Plus I get my booster today. Ugh, I hate this so much. Sick of the nanny nursey finger wagging. don't be a baby it doesn't hurt! Well, it hurts me. They take their time to push that stuff in. And yes, I would prefer to take my chances with Covid personally, but don't want to bring harm to unvaccinated idiots like my brilliant but loon mother, so this is what I do. But I fcking hate it. I feel sick this morning.

There then, that's all the punch behind the dream, I get it, but still feel terrible.