Of course it has. That was one of the first places I looked.
Early on, I went to Mentalissimo, master of minds, for an ultra-deep scan. He assured me the memories were real, and my sanity wasn't in question.
I wonder if he'd say the same thing about my sanity now, after weeks of banging my super-hard head against the wall.
Even if he did, I know there are people who wouldn't agree with him. The Spell Squad, for example...and the next folks on my list.
They call themselves the Cosmologists, and their headquarters is in a sub-orbital tesseract extruded into the fourth dimension. You can get there by thought experiment, time-space stellarvator, high altitude bacterial biomagnetism--or, like me, by flying up to the entry cloud under my own power and twisting through the interdimensiona
