If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

I know that many writers have had to write under censorship and yet produced good novels; for instance, Cervantes wrote Don Quixote under Catholic censorship.

I read the Odyssey because it was the story of a man who returned home after being absent for more than twenty years and was recognized only by his dog.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

Writers rush in where publishers fear to tread and where translators fear to tread

I think all writing is done through memory

I am a writer of fragments.