 How does the comanalysis process work?
[p 135 ] By CHARLES V. DE VET monkey on his back Under the cloud of cast-off identities lay the shape of another man— was it himself? The truth lurked in some corner of his consciousness, but it was not reached by surface awareness. The corridor opened at last into a large high-domed room, much like a railway station or an air terminal. It took him only a few seconds to push the case into the compartment, lock it and slide the key along the floor beneath the locker. The day was hot, and the room had no air conditioning, still a rare luxury on St. Martin’s. It rose in a foot-high wave and rolled gently toward the far wall. “When psychiatry was a less exact science,” his voice went on, seeming to come from a great distance, “a doctor had to spend weeks, sometimes months or years interviewing a patient. We are able now, with the help of the serum, to confine our discourses to matters cogent to the patient’s trouble.” The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. The evening meal hour was approaching when he reached the Flats, on the way to his apartment. The only sounds he heard as he passed were the occasional cry of a baby, chronically uncomfortable in the day’s heat, and the lowing of imported cattle waiting in a nearby shed to be shipped to the country. All St. Martin’s has a distinctive smell, as of an arid dried-out swamp, with a faint taint of fish. Yet always, when his mind lost its sleep-induced [p 140 ] lethargy, the moment of near understanding slipped away. This morning, however, the sense of disorientation did not pass with full wakefulness. He moved in and joined a party of short, bearded men, directing them as they battered at the wall with a huge log mounted on a many-wheeled truck. The log broke a breach in the concrete and the besiegers charged through, carrying back the defenders who sought vainly to plug the gap. He alighted from a space ship on still another world—another shift in time—and the atmosphere of conflict engulfed him. Actually what you experienced under the drug were not dreams. Our problem will be to reassemble them in proper order later. Or some particular scene may trigger a complete memory return. “It is my considered opinion,” Bergstrom went on, “that your lost memory will turn out to be no ordinary amnesia.
 The patient is drugged to put them in a relaxed state so that they can recover lost memories.
 The patient is drugged and put in a wave machine so that they can relax and get insomnia relief.  The patient is drugged and experiences hallucinations to help cope with past trauma.  The patient is drugged to put them in a relaxed state so that they can recover lost memories.  The patient is drugged and put in a sponge-like material. This makes the patient relaxed enough to sleep and dream.