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From time to time we are all prone to exclaim in surprise. Back in the 1960s dialogue was more genteel and censored. To this day I am not sure why it is “sacrebleu” and not “sacrevert”. On numerous ocassions I have had a nocturnal dream and then searched for the contents of that dream on this internet thingy. The font of all wisdom has thrown up some pictorial gems which coincide with dream content.

Yes, I understand that I could be seeing what I “want” to see.

Sometimes the similarity is enough to cause the utterance of an expletive. Yesterday was one such day. I typed the name of a university which I have not visited yet and the word “quad”. The images of the quad matched very well those from my dream. I uttered the word “fuck” in surprise. The wife noted that I had done this. I called her in to look at the images….

Knock me down wiv a feather, Trever… The “coincidence” was uncanny…

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