When a mother drinks children or the generic causes of alcoholism Part 2 Following the paths of the unconscious. The beginning (part 1) The next day of the group, after activation and work with the internal image of the father, as well as contact with her family, the participant spoke about a strange and very vivid dream. In this dream, the black coffin in which her grandmother lay (the one who supported the drinking of alcohol by her children) stood near her parents’ dacha. The grandmother’s body was half-decomposed, and worms were crawling out of her mouth. Her face was turned to the side and expressed a frozen cry. There was a glass lid next to the coffin. Nearby was the tombstone of the grave of her deceased husband. But the most terrible and disgusting thing in this dream, according to the narrator, was the smell. It was so unbearable that she woke up and continued to smell it, then the smell went away. But as soon as she closed her eyes, the smell immediately returned. He was so painfully vile that in a dream she asked her father to protect her and close the coffin with a glass lid. She hoped that in this way she could escape from painful experiences. She was so impressed by the dream that she asked the group to analyze the dream. What also scared her was that her grandmother was actually alive. Her husband actually died a year ago. According to the girl, she is having a hard time with his death. In the dream, her grandmother seemed to embody the danger to herself. The goal of the dream psychodrama was the dreamer’s contact with all the dream images. During this contact, the participant could experience feelings from the unconscious, as well as try to understand messages from the personal, family and ancestral unconscious. From among the group members, the protag agent selected substitutes for the already discovered charged images. They became the smell of decomposition and death, the grandmother herself in the coffin, the transparent lid of the coffin. Then a substitute was needed for the worms living in the grandmother’s body, but more on that a little later. At first, the most active character in the psychodrama was initially the smell of decay, which constantly circulated and filled the entire space of the room—the consciousness. According to the deputy of this smell, he felt irritation and the inability to stop, as if some kind of anger, dissatisfaction, irritation was coming from the past. He identified himself as the bad smell of a bad situation from the past. Then the agent began to find out who this situation relates to: the grandmother or the grandmother’s ancestors. In response to this, a distinct feeling of interpersonal conflict and some people’s dissatisfaction with the grandmother arose. The agent immediately remembered that the grandmother was very “expressive” and often swears. And the substitute for the smell of decay suddenly felt like a person who was very angry with the protagene’s grandmother and, to put it briefly, wished her and all her relatives “that you all would die.” In the dream described earlier, the protagene asked her dad to protect her from the smell and cover the group with a glass lid , and in the arrangement, the deputy of this glass lid stood between the grandmother and the curser, but this did not bring relief to the protagant. As if that weren't enough, she was unable to protect either her grandmother or her descendants (the protagant) from the torrents of anger. At first glance, a hopeless situation arose. The mystery remained in the incongruent state of the grandmother, who said that everything was fine with her and she just wanted to lie quietly. Suddenly the energy came from the worms that were eating her body. And when the deputy of the worms was chosen, took his place and put his hand on the mouth of the deputy grandmother, the latter experienced a fit of horror. She felt that the ground beneath her seemed to be opening up and swallowing her. This experience was so intense and unbearable for the grandmother’s deputy that she jumped up and left the arrangement. The worms’ deputy described his psychotic experience in a very interesting way: worms have no thoughts and will, they just live, but they cannot help but crawl, not make their way forward, and don't hit your head. As if the purpose and meaning of their existence was to make their way