About Writing…And An Odd Mind


images-458I woke my wife up this morning. It was probably about 2am when I started speaking in ‘Parcel-Tongue’. I spoke this for a number of minutes before working up into a most ferocious fear-filled scream.

I woke myself up.

She has gotten accustomed to this from me down the years. There is an extra bit inside of me that has its own dreams and nightmares. It’s not me and yet it is me. It’s the thing that feeds my thoughts when my thoughts are hungry. Some may call it my dark side and they could be right. I prefer to think of it as my imagination coming up from the darkness and into the light of day (light of night).

My scream was because I had met a ghost on the stairs.

I cannot quite remember now who the ghost was, but I can remember that it was not there to do me anything good. This particular thing crops up in my dreams every now and again.

It’s a reminder of something…


Something that I have even now forgotten. 

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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

4 thoughts on “About Writing…And An Odd Mind”

  1. Mike, I studied dreamwork in graduate school and according to my professor, the noted dream expert Jeremy Taylor (google his website sometime, lots of good info!) – when one has a nightmare, it’s actually your subconscious mind, tugging at your sleeve to get your attention because nothing else has worked. The fact that it’s a recurrent dream is worth noting. Thanks for posting!

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