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This is a short version of a story from my latest book “It’s Never Too Late” hope you like it.
They say that there are two schools of thought; that bipolar is a product of your environment, and or a defective gene, a chemical imbalance. As my dad and my grandfather suffered with manic depression, and it’s also more than likely I have inherited the condition, which as you read my story you will see what hell this has caused me.
Let me begin by telling you a tale to this day I still don’t know if it was real or just a dream. Some things don’t seem real; remember 9/11 and the twin towers crashing down to dust, it was real enough, a terrible tragedy, yet every time you see the film coverage you can’t believe your eyes.
According to my shrink I suffer from hallucinations which appear real as any event. In a dream you wake up, realise it was just a dream. Hallucinations are weird; it’s as real as it gets, bread and butter reality. It appears I have had many; some you can explain some you cannot, yet both seem real. I will let you decide on this one.
Remember, one thing though I hadn't been smoking any wacky backy or drinking alcohol just my daily dose of prescribed medication.
It was classic moonlight night; I had gone to bed and forgotten I had not locked the front door to my apartment, which was typical. Often the front door was unlocked. Besides, I lived on the top floor of an apartment block and you needed a key to open the main entrance to the building.
Thinking: If someone’s going to get in they'll get in. Besides, the bed was too comfortable and I was too lazy to get out and lock the door. Lazy bastard, I hear you say, and you are right, give the guy or gal a medal. Normally, the neighbours are moderately quiet but suddenly all let loose, doors were banging and shutting, my apartment was shaking it felt like an earthquake. I couldn't hear anyone shouting; just the continuing loud banging sound of doors opening and closing, combined with the steps of someone moving beneath or across from my apartment.
Its human nature to listen into a conversation, to be inquisitive, but all I could hear was the loud banging, and the thud of foot steps.
Suddenly, my front door flung open. Boy, oh, boy, did it give me a shock as I heard the door crash against my bedroom wall. Quickly, I sat up ready to leap from my bed, when I saw a naked blond streak pass my bedroom door. Wow! She was mid-thirties I figured; curvaceous, with long blond hair flowing down to generous hips, and I wasn’t frightened, just perfectly aroused. I could see her walk straight into my lounge from my bed as she waved her arms and screamed.
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Without hesitation I called out and said, “It's ok.......it’s alright,” but I should have said, “Stay awhile...........Stay awhile,” as she immediately turned around and walked straight past my bedroom out the front door.
The shrinks would say this was a hallucination, but to me it was as real as it gets, bread and butter reality.
Wishing only the blond stayed the night; I could have done with the indulgence of a woman.
Possibly, a neighbour sleep walking I mused, anyhow sometime later I asked the blond in the opposite apartment. Hey, she fitted the description, but she politely said no.
To this day I don’t know what happened but it was certainly real enough for me. Dream or hallucination you tell me?
Are you listening, what are you dreaming?
As Jesus said, “belief is everything.”
In my latest book “It’s Never Too Late” read how dreams do come true, but be careful what you wish for. Understand the secret of greed and you will attain one of the secrets of prosperity. The book will also take you on a journey and explores love, money, luck, and much more.
Hey, Chuck. Did you bring any spending money? Viva la vida loca.
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