As a psychoanalyst I can observe analysands, on transference, expressing themselves through some material about Internet. I can imagine that they are feeling the analytical link as a special flow of thoughts, feelings and ideas. On this unceasing flow one can observe and feel, on every moment, a significative gap between reality and personality . Its impact is always oblique. Reality only shows itself up as a realization.
Reality is a lack, it is an emptiness inside a realization.
Only realizations can be reached. So, all we can do is to imagine . In another words Bion gives us his version of human imagination's history. At the beginning I didn't know if he was joking or seriously talking, but somehow I could feel his anxiety to get rid of something. I suggest that he was complaining of something he can never reach, something that he could only dream.