We have stated elsewhere that dreams which are conspicuously innocent commonly embody crude erotic wishes, and this we might confirms by numerous further examples. However, in many dreams which appear indifferent, in which we should never suspect a tendency in any particular direction, may be traced, according to the analysis, to unmistakably sexual wish-impulses, often of an unsuspected nature. To further highlight this illustration, who, before it had been interpreted, would have suspected a sexual wish in the following dream? The dreamer relayed: Between two stately palaces there stands, a little way back, a small house, whose doors are closed. My broad leads me along the little bit of road leading to the house and pushes the door open, and then I slip quickly and easily into the interior of a courtyard that slopes steeply. Anyone who has had experiences in the translating of dreams will, of course, at once be reminded that penetration into narrow spaces and the opening of locked doors are among the commonest of sexual symbols, and will readily see in this dream a representation of attempted coition from behind (between the two stately buttocks of the body).  #RyanPhillippe 1 of 5

Kevin Tyler’s mother told him: Son, read the Book of Revelations and pray to God! She kept telling him. Kevin Tyler read the Bible’s Revelation pages; he had actually gotten down on his knees, praying like some Negro Baptist Deacon, sweating so hard that his black face looked as though it had been greased with Crisco and his tired eyes bulging transfixed like saucers, his mouth open halfway to the floor, and not understanding the word. He cried out and began slumping. In eight to ten seconds, Kevin Tyler had turned as atheist. Any person who claims to have deep feeling for other human beings should think a long, long time before he votes to have other men kept behind bars—caged like dangerous animals. I am not saying there should not be prisons, but there should not be bars. Behind bars, a man never reforms. He will never forget being shackled in chains, and transported underground, like a runaway slave, in a dark van with 20-30 other people with no windows for air. He will never forget the smell of death in the 144 square foot room, with the cold hard stainless steel toilet, being served dog foot, and feeling the burning hot sun awakening him every morning as roaches the size of birds scampered across his face. He will never get completely over the memory of the bars. #RyanPhillippe 2 of 5

After he gets out, his mind tried to erase the experience, but he cannot. I have talked with numerous former convicts. It has been very interesting to me to find that all of our minds had blotted away many details of years of prison. But in every case, he will tell you that he cannot forget those bars and how someone, many someone tried to “cook his fish” and slipped mollies in his food. As a “fish” (prison slang for a new inmate) I was physically miserable and as evil-tempered as a snake, being suddenly without my mollies. The cells did not have running water. The prison had been built in 1798—during the reign of the Habsburg Lorraine Dynasty of Joseph II and Leopold VII. I could lie on my back and touch both walls. However, on a perfect night, during the midnight hour, I would pretend to be walking near the castle and would take a deep breath of cool nighttime air. I do not care how strong you are, you cannot stand having to smell a whole cell block of defecation and cat piss. The prison psychologist analyzed me, a heavy-set woman graying at the temples. As I stood at the doorway, the entire room smelled like someone had just had the butt sex and did not defecate and wash her ass beforehand. The room was humid and smelled like a fonk box. She called me a filthy name I could not think of, and the prison chaplain got called worse. #RyanPhillippe 3 of 5

The guards with guns watched me, hatred often focused on them. I got high on the stew. My cellmate was a green scaly guy with a big mouth and sharp teeth. I was finally able to flirt with the guard, while the woman with the fonky box butt was gone, and got some kind of rocks that produced a better high. I was viciously cursing aloud to myself. They called me the blue eyed Devil, but at other times they called me a Negro with light, kind of red complexioned Negro. One day, out of the blue, the guard told me if I had some brains, I would use them and give up the ass. I pretended to pass out and as he pulled my pant down and underwear off. There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect in perfect unconsciousness. At such times, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering concept of its mighty powers, its bounding from Earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restrains of its corporeal associate. #RyanPhillippe 4 of 5

I used the old crab trap and hemmed him up with my abnormally strong legs, wrestled with him a bit, and broke his neck. As I came to, he lied on the floor dead. No game ended without my refiguring some little cellblock swindles. In my worst day, I would not let this man consult with my naked eye. It made me very proud I choked this freak out. My daddy always taught me real man do not play that dick up the butt. My brothers and sisters in Detroit and Chicago would just use a razor if someone tried to go near their buttocks. The human mind is a kingdom to itself. In place of the atmosphere of malicious gossip, perversion, grafting, hateful guards, there was more relative culture. A millionaire had willed me his estate; he had probably been interested in the rehabilitation and redevelopment of traumatized youth. History and special religions were his special interests. Thousands of books were on the shelves, and in the mansion were boxes and crates full of clothes, jewelry, antique photographs, I found a letter that said God had come to America, and had made himself know as a man. The answer is that Masonry, actually, is only thirty-three degrees of the religion of Islam, which is the full projection, forever denied to Masons, although they know it exists. #RyanPhillippe 5 of 5