The Notebooks

I have recently relocated to a new place; a mountain home, on 5 acres in a wind tunnel blown canyon.  Some nights I feel as if I'll be blown away to Oz or worse, thrown down in heaps of splintered wood and glass into the canyon, only to crawl out of the heap of a mess to be devoured by a mountain lion that has been actively pursuing local pets for the past few months.  9 dogs to date, and no end in sight to its ravenous appetite for domesticated meat.  The fear of the beast has had me walking to the shed with a sharpened shovel and air horn, although my dulled senses will probably be of no use as to the sheer hunting capabilities and prowess of this thing.
So I made my way out to the shed craning and bobbing my head in all directions, most likely looking like some deranged meth head paranoid of shadow people.  I was also carrying a 5 gallon bucket full of tools that I was returning to the mess of a shed.  Once in the shed I set down my measly weapons and yanked the door shut.  Suddenly a mass of teetering boxes came crashing down behind me causing my nerves to shatter.  As I went over to pick up the mess, one of the boxes tore open to reveal a stack of notebooks and scattered papers.  I didn't recognize them as my own, though I felt a certain urge to examine their content to see who they could have belonged to and what they contained.  I collected them into a pile which I secured under my arm, grabbed my air horn and hightailed back to the house...

Dreaming is a Biologic Necessity

JP:  .....What about dreams?

WSB:  Oh well, I always write my dreams down and I get a great deal of material from dreams.

JP:  So they are a source of material?

WSB:  Oh, good heavens, yes.  Well, for me, at least, Now some people they don't remember their dreams at all.  I've talked to people who say they do not remember ever...they don't remember a single dream.

JP:  Why's that?

WSB:  Well, I always ask if they're heavy sleepers and they usually are.  They forget their dreams in the time it takes them to wake up.  We know that everybody dreams and we know that dreams (this is a very important discovery) that dreams are as necessary as sleep itself.  Deprived of dream-sleep someone would die, in about a month or two, just as they would die from lack of sleep, no matter how much dreamless sleep they get.  They've experimented with people and they've experimented with animals.  They can tell by the REM (the rapid eye movements) when people or animals are dreaming, and this, apparently is..serves some very essential biological function.  It's a biologic necessity.  Dreaming is a biologic necessity.

source:  http://ginsbergblog.blogspot.com/2014/02/william-burroughs-commissioner-of-sewers.html

First Recorded Dream

Gilgamesh got up and revealed the dream, saying to his mother:
"Mother, I had a dream last night.  Stars of the sky appeared, and some kind of meterorite(?) of Anu fell next to me.  I tried to lift it but it was too mighty for me, I tried to turn it over but I could not budge it.  The Land of Uruk was standing around it, the whole land had assembled about it and kissed its feet as if it were a little baby(!)  I loved it and embraced it as a wife.  I laid it down at your feet and made it compete with me."

source:  The Epic of Gilgamesh