Condensation and displacement; the many as one, the one as many. This process cannot produce a stable structure; just entropic drains and energetic explosions, every conclusion over-determined. It is not possible to locate your self in the midst of the unconscious process; nothing is fixed, pinned down, just flux, plastic delirium. When the waking body of consciousness falls into sleep it falls into delirium.

When I lay me down to sleep, I enter another world of experience, connected to the upright waking world from which I layed myself down, but the usual rules rules of relationship do not apply. When I am awake and risen from my bed of sleep, I know the difference between myself and the world outside myself; when I am asleep I don't. When I perceive the risen sun, outside my hermitage, and my fingers tapping on these keys with little marks upon them, I know what time it is; when my eyes are closed and I cannot see the sun or my fingers I don't. It is as if, when I sleep, the laws of time/space are suspended.

Freud's theory is that the dream process is a wishing process, which operates upon the reality process so that the body can sleep. The dream process alters certain anxiety producing thoughts, remembered from the preceeding day, in such a way that the body does not awaken to action, it remains passive. The dream work passifies the real body. This wishing process takes the reality process, back into the mothering womb from which it is born and re-born. The source of reality is wish.

Human economics is a fantastic system, a system that is rational and irrational at once. Money is not only a medium of exchange, it is also a symbol which the players respond to as if it were mother, or father, or child, or penis, or feces. Money is a sacred symbol; by magical and irrational means it intrudes into the rational. Money is the means by which the holder can re-create mother's womb, an artificial and temporary womb; separation not accepted.

I cannot fully enter the real and rational world as long as I cling to this fantasy that I am the child and husband of my mother. Drama is the intrusion of the unconscious into consciousness; all drama is family drama. To be fully real and rational, I must somehow forget who I fantasize I am.

It is desire for pleasure that drives the unconscious process and this desire is the source of fantasy. To be rid of the fantasy is to be rid of the desire for pleasure; to experience my penis as a plug and your vagina as a socket. I cannot find this desire to be rid of the desire for pleasure. The absence of pleasure is the absence of imagination.