"Doctor," said the patient, "I had a peculiar dream last night. I dreamed you were my mother."
"So?" said the psychiatrist. "What happened?"
"Nothing" - I woke up"
"And then?"
"I had breakfast"
"And what did you have for breakfast?"
"Oh, just a piece of toast and a cup of coffee"
"Call that a breakfast?" said the psyciatrist.
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