As a solitary but not lonely kid, my overactive imagination oft times bordered on being so realistic easily mimicking hallucination. Said phenomena most pronounced when this lad soundly slumbering. Oft stated, many times, no surprise such evocative manifestations arose particularly during deep sleep. I could not differentiate vivid dreams versus the actual wakeful state, nor could one iota be recalled once wakefulness recurred. A theoretical hunch (this concluded many years, (albeit decades) elapsed after being expelled, where I subsequently followed secular specifically atheistic pendulum swing. Hence difficulty to recount nearly forgotten unpleasant experiences with one hundred percent accuracy. A strong conviction plethora comprising vivid realistic images arose after yours truly most submerged into mine deep subconscious. Although impossible mission to validate, usual, typical, and spatial mental activity happened during rapid eye movement phases constituting requisite rejuvenation regarding how most any sensate being coped with daily regular trials and tribulations, plus unexpected series of events (fortunate and/or otherwise). Without shadow doubt (analogous whether Punxsutawney Phil does/does not see his shadow), a substantial proportion regarding quotidian circumstances directly arose linkedin, and stemmed from an Ultra Orthodox religious environment. My boyhood grounded, planted, and rooted within strict religious upbringing. Such rigorous educational experience most definitely incorporated (as physical scars as proof positive testament) corporal punishment utilized even for minor infractions, whose reciprocal equated to one swiftly tailored kick (courtesy enthusiastic headmaster or mistress), would trace a parabolic arc, whereby heavy duty steel tipped boot would non bashfully make painful contact where sun don't shine, but numb moon waxes. This difficulty to ascertain, distinguish, and identify make believe private slumber party (solely intended for yours truly) i.e.avast panoply integrating psychedelic colored places from the fully conscious condition supposedly being wide awake, would frequently render aspects of my alter ego mind boggling. Oft times difficulty prevailed differentiating between steady state of unequivocal consciousness versus comatose like body at rest. Repression against arbitrarily "sinful" verbal expression found immediate punishment (if not courtesy mouthful soapy dishwater, or awful standby did not do the trick), utilizing other special bitter treats would be employed. Should these "Iron Maidens" discern even the faintest "Elvis curled lip" hinting at potential suggestion lip syncing strung expletives wrought subjecting unfortunate lad/lass peppered with writing bajillion times, "I haint gonna use cuss words no more, or variations on theme thereof. Obviously forfeiture forcibly surrendered, when virtuous behavior earned ticket to attend (with mandatory supervision) "Black Sabbath", that occurred during the most ideal "Weeknd" when the least poison huss "Air Supply" hung over these horrible halls! A strict Catholic upbringing, where Sisters required themselves to be addressed as "Mother, this, that or the other" taught never forgotten with red hot poker and iron fist. They discovered long ago that forcing soapy water down the throat (oven impudent brat) followed by a chaser of piss, swill, vinegar quickly, or some other awful concoction (just a cat whisker shy of being deadly) squelched subsequent bouts of obscenities. If even so much as simply silently mouthing or cleverly employing dark art of ventriloquism obviously ejaculating favorite colorful (minuscule percentage) of "vile considered" English vocabulary no mercy would be shown to the entire class. "What the f**k" thought I thyself. One chum may as well blurt out the entire lexicon of vulgar if the same punishment befell a sorry lad mentally sounding out even slightest trace of one letter comprising fowl mouth, which bound the quasi epithet "guttersnipe" issued only by authoritarian figures to a reasonably large disproportion among ordinarily respectable ruminating runts deported back to his/her purported home country. Found guilty of "salty sailor speak," (even though the chief prioress never mentioned the Navy, one would sent to the "brig," which conveniently doubled up as superior isolation to guarantee lifelong lachrymose. Vicious vice squads forcefully chaperoned any hashtagged individuals incorrigible delinquents, yet no classmate could honestly be expected to house knowledge spanning entire objectionable colloquialisms, many long since out of usage within lingua franca lexicon. Subsequently, any male/female got knocked, pegged, and ranked for his entire tutelage, lasting no more than an eon. Such unknown obsolete vulgar words ranked right up there as unforgivable crimes and misdemeanors alongside figurative chart of currently trending "taboo" terms.