Tennessee

A couple of hours journey and I am in a small town called 'Steenwijk'. The train rolls into a tiny two track station, one track going north, the other south. There is level crossing to get from the platform in between the tracks to the station house and the town beyond. I walk the few streets to the market square, which lives up to it name, it is really square. The town is spotless, sidewalks are clean, streets are empty and tidy. The square is the town's pride and joy, every building lining its four sides has been restored, brickwork is crisp, paintwork is gleaming and in the last light of day there is a shine to the place that pulls the ancient structures out of past centuries into the world of halogen lights and flatscreen displays. An old town with modern means.
There is a choice of restaurants, all variations on Dutch cosyness, dark brown wood and new world wines. In between them is the Tennessee Steak House with wild west paraphernalia, Indian clothing decorating the walls, feathers and arrows, lots of red and white and loud country music pouring non stop from car radio speakers set in the ceiling.
I pick a table and look out over the empty square. Order my steak, that's why I am there, and a diet Coke. I could be anywhere, but I am in Tennessee, Steenwijk.
See the world, nothing is real.

Id Entity

What is left after all construction is removed? The subconscious self as a package, a parcel to be unwrapped. The difference between the sleeping me and the awake me. Somewhere in there things are determined.
Some people experience sleeping and dreaming as life without boundaries, without limitations . To them waking up means having to force themselves back into the straightjacket of the physical world. The limited world.
To me it is the other way around. I love sleeping, but I wake up to a part of life in which I can actually do things. Waking up means all restrictions are lifted, I am no longer caught in sleep and dreams that chase me down an increasingly narrow lane.
It is an Id-thing.
Who I am, wo we are, is determined by our ego and our Id. Those two make us who we are, they move each other about without telling us what they're doing.
Does your night reach into your day? Does your sleep resist your waking body? Do your dreams fight our thoughts? Do you feel you want to scream to keep the day at a distance? If only for a few minutes?
That's your Id kicking your ego. An active Id entity keeps the flow between your conscious self and your subconscious self open and therefore your subconscious self barges in whenever it feels like it. Dreaming and waking fade into one another and the waking world, the physical world will lose it's attraction, because nothing can compete with dreams. Not for the Id.
But if your day reaches into your night, if your thoughts resist your dreams, if your body shakes off sleep like a dog shakes off water, then your Id is folding. The physical world invades your dreams and your dreams will lose, because nothing can compete with the real thing, the action. Not for the ego.