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    Default The Unconscious

    What's it up to? What encounters have you had with it? What tricks has it played on you? What relationship do you have with it? How do you conceptualise it? Does it exist?

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    First!
    Took a rest stop that wasn't on the schedule

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    "It is at work everywhere, functioning smoothly at times, at other times in fits and starts. It breathes, it heats, it eats. It shits and fucks. What a mistake to have ever said the id"

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    I read Sarah Constantin's Player vs Character: A Two-Level Model of Ethics recently, and largely agreed with it.

    The unconscious that matters to me is less a kind of subterranean labyrinth of meaning, and more a kind of lumbering animal self that is who you are when your "you" is switched off or in abeyance - the creature Douglas Oliver wrote about in An Island that is all the world:

    My companion set off with a strong sidestroke and I liked watching her progress before plunging in and striking up a crawl designed to catch her up. But she was 12 years younger and the cigars had affected my blood. In the lakeís centre I watched her climbing out on the far side; and discovered I was completely out of stamina. For 20 seconds I flailed about wildly or tried to float, which only made me lose precious breath, and I thought myself sure to drown. She was too far away to help. (We found police notices afterwards warning against swimming there.)

    It came to me that the mind must have some hidden rescue of its own. There stabilized within me a steady, confident self, which I imagine to be the self I had often speculated about, the unconscious unity of everything we have experienced and incorporated throughout our length of days, an entity that persists, minutely changing, very minutely, as our conscious self goes through its wilder swings of mood. Much modern linguistic philosophy argues this large entity out of all real existence, but I simply donít believe it. A larger self instructed me to let my limbs do the work while it lay back, almost entirely uninvolved. After great calm Ė the panic holding off on the periphery Ė I realised I had ground under my feet, staggered up the shore, and collapsed, as everyday conscious awareness flooded back.
    Particularly having seen my other half go very deeply into that animal self while giving birth, to a tiny self that is still pretty much all animal at the moment (although extremely rapidly building up cognitive superstructures)...

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    What about the Freudian or Lacanian unconscious, which is all sparking junctions between signifiers, like a CGI animation of the neurons in the brain, one node blindly signalling to another in a cascade of electric associations? That's the fun unconscious, the sibylline literary unconscious, where we think before we think we've thunk. But does it know how to swim?

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    i had a pregnancy scare with a girl a few months back, during which i had a dream that i was going to get pregnant and have a baby with her. i had to take this blue pill which contained an egg (it wasn't her egg which i thought would make her upset, so i was going to lie and say it was) and my sperm would fertilise it inside my belly.

    i took it and then suddenly got all worried, realising this was not the correct decision as i'm nowhere near ready to have a kid. i then started panicking wondering how a baby would come out of my cock until i realised i'd probably have a c-section. i decided to get an abortion and woke up.

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    I'm always a loser in my dreams, absolutely woeful at any activity I perform in, football, riding a bike, being charming, having sex, fleeing from somebody. Then every once in a while a dream comes along in which I'm fucking great and I always wonder what cognitive trail has lead to this anamoly of confidence. Clearly it holds the key to my perennial bliss.

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    Quote Originally Posted by sadmanbarty View Post
    i had a pregnancy scare with a girl a few months back, during which i had a dream that i was going to get pregnant and have a baby with her. i had to take this blue pill which contained an egg (it wasn't her egg which i thought would make her upset, so i was going to lie and say it was) and my sperm would fertilise it inside my belly.

    i took it and then suddenly got all worried, realising this was not the correct decision as i'm nowhere near ready to have a kid. i then started panicking wondering how a baby would come out of my cock until i realised i'd probably have a c-section. i decided to get an abortion and woke up.
    An ex of my mate's had a dream about giving birth to an octopus when they were together. I dunno what was going on at the time for them but it must have come from somewhere.

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    my unconscious seems to be a lot more interesting than my conscious mind. more emotionally rich and way, way more creative. I donít usually remember dreams and when I do theyíre often just prosaic and dumb. but there have been a few times, particularly in the last few years, where I woke up thinking ďwow didnít know my brain was capable of imagining all that.Ē if you make art of any kind I think itís very inspiring when that happens.

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    I often dream of the sea. Huge waves crashing against the shore, torrents and gales. I once dreamt of a wave as high as the sky, all my family were there and this wave towered up over us. I think of that as the unconscious. It's scale in relation to my little island self.

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    Almost a running joke in my dreams is that I'm never allowed to have any kind of sex in them ever.

    Last night I dreamt I was in a tube station, and I realized that I was dreaming and therefore in control of the dream reality, so I could bend the rules of that reality if I wanted so that there would be attractive women on the platform I could do anything I wanted with. Consent? They were purely constructs of my imagination, no need to bother with such real-world inconveniences! I discovered/invented a nice young woman and started leading her towards the end of the platform, where I'd put a doorway leading to a secret sex room (this was not my first dream to feature secret sex rooms on the underground, as it happens).

    But then two diaphanous beings of pure light appeared and informed me that my behaviour was unacceptable, an abuse of the godly powers I had in that place. I had no right to dream such toxic, predatory dreams, in which women were the compliant playthings of my imagination! In defiance, I tried to dream away the clothing of the woman I had with me, but I was sternly rebuked: lucid dreaming is a gift, you must use it wisely and respectfully, for it will shape your waking desires. The clothes stayed on. The woman, restored to her former status of autonomous dream-denizen, wandered away.

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    Quote Originally Posted by poetix View Post
    Almost a running joke in my dreams is that I'm never allowed to have any kind of sex in them ever.
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    For such a sexual person, I donít think Iíve ever had a sex dream.

    A couple of nights ago I had a dream that I was play-wrestling with a girl in a sexual way and pushed her off the end of the bed, after which she started crying. I think that day in real life is remember a time Iíd rolled off a bed with a girl and she banged her knee and the erotic proceedings had to finish while we tended to her injury.


    Now that I think about it I had a really fuckec up dream when I was maybe 10 or 11 in which my dad (who looked like a cross between the dc superheroes firestorm and deadman) raped me.

    Also had one a few years later in which Louis Theroux was getting wanked off.

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    Has anyone here fantasised about being violent to their kids? I hear thatís quite common.

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    No, not at all. I've have had dreams that represent fear though. That she'd wandered off into a road or similar.

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