Fantasm

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

This evening, we intend to undertake

the exploration of the innermost mechanisms

of the female mind.

This is truly a fascinating tool,

which is quite...

A tool, which is capable

of the innermost

acts of

imagination and achievement.

There was a time, of course, ladies and gentlemen,

where these sexual fantasies

were regarded as (indecipherable);

as shameful, as a subject not to be discussed,

as a subject to be kept in private,

indoors, away from all forms of life and humanity.

But my colleagues, of course,

and members of the profession

have realized today in the 20th century,

that this kind of sexual fantasy

is a necessary step

in helping the female of our species

reaching a

sexual

achievement, as it were, or a sexual

pleasure, if you will.

For example,

one woman

making love to one man

may find it necessary

in her imagination

to believe, for sexual climax,

sexual enjoyment and happiness,

to believe that she, in fact,

is being made love to by many men.

I recall a time, not long ago in Vienna,

a patient of mine, a Frau Hornblower,

required

multiple partners

to achieve sexual happiness.

The whole faculty at this time took a

particular interest in this case.

And I am happy to say that within one or two...

one to two months,

we had reached a satisfactory solution.

How it happened specifically

is difficult for me...

But I digress.

Our esteemed Grandmaster Dr. Sigmund

put it this way:

The sexual appetite, the id,

was opposed by the barriers the ego

and the superego.

When the directional flow of this energy

is blocked by the ego and superego processes,

it tries to break through the resistance

and discharge itself

in displacement activity

or fantasy.

And so, through fantasy,

the rational process

of the ego

and the superego

are undermined.

And so, to our subjects,

each of the women you will see has been a patient of mine.

The voices you will also hear

were recorded by me personally during the treatment.

Each one came to me with a feeling of guilt

about their fantasy,

and each was brought

to an understanding by my own patient labors,

I must admit, with the help of my assistant,

the very lovely Hilde.

Now first, Abby, Abigail.

Abby's fantasy was exceedingly common.

She was not happy in marriage.

She could not overcome the belief

that she was not sexually attractive in any way

and always regarded herself

as an ugly gooseling.

Of course, these fears that she had have no basis.

None at all, as you will see.

But her fantasy allowed her subconscious

to overcome these fears.

I go to the beauty shop once a week

and often dream about my hairdresser

asking me out for the evening.

After we've had dinner and a few drinks,

he suggests we drop back to the shop for a nightcap.

(sound of cabinets and drawers opening and closing)

(smooth acoustic guitar and woodwind music)

(acoustic guitar, woodwinds and strings continue)

Very interesting view

of common anxiety and how the subject is dealing with it.

The beauty parlor, of course, for Abby,

has become the panel shop of her own dented libido.

Abby's mirror image becomes more and more beautiful

and the ugly duckling

is transformed into a beautiful swan.

Sexual fantasy was her leader.

I wonder how many ladies in our audiences

have imagined themselves performing

outrageous acts in public.

If you have, of course, ladies,

you must force yourself to admit it,

because, you see, this sexual dream

releases tension created by childhood where

sex and sexuality

has been regarded as shameful and sometimes even obscene.

Now, Barbara...

The next case of Barbara and her husband,

who invited friends once a week, or whatever,

to play a game of poker.

These men arrived

and Barbara felt that this act, in itself,

was an intrusion into her own married life.

Paradoxically, it is in fact these men

who provided, for Barbara, the springboard

into her own sexual fantasy.

I guess I imagined myself to be at a

small but classy dinner party.

About three couples.

It's after dinner and there are cigars and brandy.

Someone suggests a little strip poker.

I guess it's okay with me,

but my husband is such a rotten poker player.

Cards, gentlemen.

One, Bob.

Dealer stands pat.

All right, gentlemen, what do you have?

Kirby?

Bob?

Aces against.

You lose, Bob.

Sorry, kid.

That's right.

- How many cards? - One.

And now, Kirby, what do you have?

Sorry.

This time, eights and aces.

My turn with your wife.