Two minds, but not quite the same as the Freudian topology. Rather than say one is unconscious, say instead that only the other has qualia or the luxury of self-reflection. The working mind and the playing mind, perhaps, the former being taken up with myriads of parallel tasks from bodily maintenance to the drafting of representations, while the latter by nature serial. The former is huge while that latter is tiny, a little pearl suspended from its matrix. Two independent beings that were once merged and which have been drawn apart, except in sleep and dreams. If the conscious thinks of the unconscious as a threatening place, like a haunted house, this is pure projection. What is more to the point are the feelings of the unconscious towards the conscious for which it has made and continues to make so many sacrifices, adoration mixed with disappointment, like a parent. So, to try to bring them back into a mutual acknowledgment.