Okay. I will not let this affect me. I will write it all again ... and cheerfully.

I am writing one more thing about synchronicity as it is the most synchronistic thing that has ever happened to me and I would like it to be recorded.

Many years ago I was insanely and relatively unrequitedly in love with someone called J...
One evening I watched a film where information was passed between two computers in a fascinating and new way which made a big impression on me. That night I had a very long and realistic dream where I met a man called the Marquis of M... We went out on dates, fell in love and decided to get married. (I told you it was a long dream). I was feeling unbelievably happy but at that moment I saw him drive up in his car looking strange. He jumped out, (it was a low sports car) told me that he had been thinking it over and that our marriage would be a mistake and we must never see each other again and drove away. I woke up in the morning crying.

In true life I had never heard of the Marquis of M... but as we had been so close in the dream I looked him up in 'Who's Who' to see if he actually existed. He DID but he was about eighty. BUT HE HAD A SON........ This son not only had the same christian name as my beloved J..., he had the same middle name.. AND....he was born on the same day of the same year.

'This is not possible', I hear you say, 'She must be lying'. Well, I am not. And after much pondering I think I have worked out how it happened. I was totally obsessive over J... and thought and planned about him all the time and the computer film must have triggered some memory in my subconcious. About two years before I had been researching an article for a magazine about whether any modern aristocratic families still followed the old tradition of the first son inheriting, the second going into the Army and the third into the Church. (It was a light-hearted piece and was never finished). The research involved speed reading through 'Who's Who, (a vast tome recording EVERY titled person and their ramifications in the U.K. in miniscule print). So I HAD seen the details of the Marquis of M... without realising it, although I had skimmed past him as he did not have three sons. You understand that this was
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