There are four aspects to the human subconscious. Boredome, cudome, abdome, and randome.
Boredome is cerebral toffee. Your brain prefuses to chew it, and thus time is occupied. Boredom is commonly mistaken as inactivity. Rather, it is when life is enjoyed to the most and fullest. You see, boredom is fertilizer in the plot of creation, that is, no seed of originality can grow without boredom bringing about its necesity. Sparks of creativity are not ideas, rather ideas are the pests that hinder growth of.. well, this produce of creativity remains unnamed. Boredom at work: you say potato, I say potato.
Cudome is cerebral asterisk. Cudome is what fills in blanks that have been introduced by boredome, and act as seeds. Cudome is the ability to break any string, any train of thought, and have it thrown wildly off track, usually resulting in a collision with, well, collisives, usually resulting in a spark of ingenuity and all-around grandure in the areas of uniquity. Cudom takes no influence from outside sources, much the opposite of abdome, introducing entirely unrelated subjects as the appropriate answers to the questions boredome raises. Cudome at work: you say potato, I say heracy.
Abdome is cerebral lemon. Abdome is the gate between subconscious and conscious, the little rackety wooden barrier that prevents allows ideas, which are illegal, to enter the plot. When the abdome is week, it allows outside influences to.. influence.. the growth of our inaptly named produce. Mostly, abdome occurs when seed from trees in other human's plots have blown in, and formed hybrids with what was originally thoroughbred organic material. Abdome is not the subconscious working from the inside out, but rather the outside in. Abdome at work: you say potato, I say lemon.
Randome is cerebral ihdgorkre. And above all, is the most misunderstood, commonly labelled "random" when in fact it is one of the other domains at work, most of all abdome. Consider it as the weather, whose uncontrolled behaviour drastically alters the growth and quality and breed of intellectual creativity. It is action when there is nothing to act, decision when there is nothing to decide. Mostly, it is the use of blanks before cudome has gotten its chance to fill them, resulting in pure, as humans would usually call it, which is a horrible act of abdome, randomness. Randome at work: you say potato, I say oiebng.
All four work together to produce spawns in the plot of creativity. These spawns are incorrectly titled ideas, though they are usually defiled to become so later on. They have no name, and that should remain as such, as a naming is the best way to kill one of these plants. But alas, death is the result of every birth, and as such, these indefinite bodies must become ideas if one were to ever reach them beyond the plot and into the , not vast and open and spacious, but rather tight and closed and confined, region known as the conscious.
Please appreciate my philosophy, and while I do not profess to be a Freud (whose name should be pronounced Frood, as we unrightfully do whenever mentioning Dr. Seuss (It's Seuss! Like Soice!) ) I do profess to be a Gregoire. And you'd be wise not to consider it as reality, or as such it would greatly weaken your abdome, making your produce vulnerable to defilement, as much is already. And please, don't relate abdome with abdomen, as that is a perfect example of weak both.