I love touch. I love touching and I love being touched. But sometimes what you give you don't always receive; you touch with such passion, but you do not receive the same tenderness that your fingers are amorously omitting on the other. In order to compensate for what reality lacks, dreams dive in and save the day (sometimes). I had a dream that we invented a touchmeter. You would touch the other person but you would feel the touch as if you are touching yourself. We always say how we touch others is how we want others to touch us. In this scenario you can have your cake and eat it too, or smth like this.