Well, everyone, the autumn here in Sydney is starting to cool off, and I for one am looking forward to the cold weather of winter. For the moment though, let me tell you why I wrote the thirty-third story in Aberrant Selected, entitled, A Happy Bachelorhood. For those of you who have been following me here on this blog, A Happy Bachelorhood is yet another tale involving my one true love, Elizabeth Bell. But the point of the tale was to show something very weird in my, still continuing, chasing of her.
Basically, around twenty years ago, I was in the locked ward of Rozelle Psychiatric Hospital, and I had just awoken in the early morning, not long before the nurses came round to wake us. I had awoken with a start, having dreamed I was with Elizabeth, and I awoke with an address in my head, 12 Milthorpe Avenue, Strathfield (about twenty minutes by train from the Sydney CBD.) When I awoke I was absolutely convinced that I had finally found Elizabeth, after parting from here so stressfully. There was another patient awake also, in the bed across from mine, and I told him about the dream, but not the address I had received.. Shortly after telling him the dream he said,
'12 Milthorpe Avenue.' I did not confirm that this was the address I had received in my dream, fearing that doing so would lead to telepathy in the homo sapien species.
Anyway, when I was eventually discharged from the hospital, I caught a taxi to 12 Milthorpe Avenue, Strathfield. No such address. Nothing even remotely like it. So how then did my fellow patient receive this Milthorpe address, without being told? Not only that, it was impossible for anyone to tell him such in any form as the address did not exist. Except in my fevered imagination.
To this day I am still chasing Elizabeth, and Facebook Messenger helps. As to how that fellow patient read my mind, who knows?
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