Dream residue leaves me with “Touch Me” this morning, a song by The Doors from 1968. I was twelve when it came out.
Don’t know why it came up after the dream. Mind works in bizarro manners. Could be the name of my mind: Welcome to Bizarro Manor. Fits. I’m always being accused of having an unusual sense of humor and thinking differently than others. Alas, guilty, but it does bring a sense of isolation.
Hmm, maybe that’s where this song comes in. “Come on, touch me, babe. Can’t you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made?”
This was an interesting video from that era.
Michael Seidel, writer 
I used to have quite the Doors obsession. Jim Morrison was an interesting person who died way too young (as so many interesting people seem to).
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Yeah, too many interesting people died way too young during that period. Still happens too often.
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