When you create, releasing the unconscious is an occupational obligation.
As sleep rolls over you, the darkness disintegrates. Slowly at first, like inspiration before coffee. Then the light breaks through and a tumult of dreams and visions take you with them. All that was tucked away while you trudged about your day is now free to assuage your concrete soul. Those dreams, yearning, hopes and aspirations? They were lost, they were waiting.