Hamlet said: “Oh god, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space"were it not that I have bad dreams.” Usually nightmares come from the nutshell to disrupt our outer reality. But Hamlet’s nightmares come from the outside to invade and block his sovereignty in his shell. I have been in that shell and felt the nightmare of the outer shell. But if, in brief moments, I am able to close the shell, from the winds outside, I find the object relation evaporate into a dew, a mist of pure subjectivity, to bath and fly with breath and life, and nothing else exists.