A few weeks ago I told my psychiatrist about a fantasy of mine.  In the fantasy I had certain physical limitations.  My psychiatrist seemed puzzled. “If this is your fantasy, why did you have these limitations?  One would think that if it’s your fantasy you wouldn’t have any limitations.  In fantasy you can be anything you want to be.”

In effect my psychiatrist confused fantasy with wish fulfillment.

Hamlet was Shakespeare’s fantasy.  So why did Ophelia drown herself?  Why didn’t Hamlet marry Ophelia and the two of them could live happily ever after?  After all, it was Shakespeare’s fantasy.  He could have anything he wanted in his own fantasy.