I’ve always had a fascination with dreams. Long before I studied philosophy or psychology, I studied Jung and Freud and their analysis on dreams. I recorded every dream I had for nearly two years and occasionally, when I dream up another crazy saga, I write it down.
Ever wonder what a fantasy writer dreams? Heheheee…Our imaginations do not rest in sleep and I’ve had some crazy ideas come to mind!
Say hello to Angel everyone, short for Angelique!
Angel peers up from the steel cold floor as she hugs her arms across her naked chest. The black crescents are under her eyes. Her long black hair falls down her spine and bare shoulders.
Okay, Angel doesn’t say much. She’s in a bad place right now. Angel is my Id. Yes! I named my Id and yes, my Id lives in that steel cold doorless room where she is always chained naked to the floor. I also named my husband’s Id. I call him Loki. My son calls his Id “Max”.
Angel is my Id and she does all of the dreaming for me. In fact, that is what an Id does. Id’s don’t say much of anything. They only use pictures and colors to communicate. Mine screams all the time.
Here is what Freud says about the Id…not to be confused with Ego (This quote was pulled from Wikipedia).
“It is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality, what little we know of it we have learned from our study of the Dreamwork and of the construction of neurotic symptoms, and most of that is of a negative character and can be described only as a contrast to the ego. We approach the id with analogies: we call it a chaos, a cauldron full of seething excitations. … It is filled with energy reaching it from the instincts, but it has no organization, produces no collective will, but only a striving to bring about the satisfaction of the instinctual needs subject to the observance of the pleasure principle.”
So that is my Id. That is Angel.