of
others. When I awakened my voice would seem still ringing in my ears,
while my eyes still could see typed on the white paper whole sentences
and paragraphs that I could read again and marvel at ere the vision
faded. In passing, I call attention to the fact that at the time I noted
that the process of reasoning employed in these dream speeches was
invariably deductive.

Then there was a great farming section, extending north and south for
hundreds of miles in some part of the temperate regions, with a climate
and flora and fauna largely resembling those of California. Not once,
nor twice, but thousands of different times I journeyed through this
dream-region. The point I desire to call attention to was that it was
always the same region. No essential feature of it ever differed in the
different dreams. Thus it was always an eight-hour drive behind mountain
horses from the alfalfa meadows (where I kept many Jersey cows) to the
straggly village beside the big dry creek, where I caught the little
narrow-gauge train. Every land-mark in that eight-hour drive in the
mountain buckboard, every tree, every mountain, every ford and bridge,
every ridge and eroded hillside was ever the same.

In this coherent, rational farm-region of my strait-jacket dreams the
minor details, according to season and to the labour of men, did change.
Thus on the upland pastures behind my alfalfa meadows I developed a new
farm with the aid of Angora goats. Here I marked the changes with every
dream-visit, and the changes were in accordance with the time that
elapsed between visits.

Oh, those brush-covered slopes! How I can see them now just as when the
goats were first introduced. And how I remembered the consequent
changes--the paths beginning to form as the goats literally ate their way
through the dense thickets; the disappearance of the younger, smaller
bushes that were not too tall for total browsing; the vistas that formed
in all directions through the older, taller bushes, as the goats browsed
as high as they could stand and reach on their hind legs; the driftage of
the pasture grasses that followed in the wake of the clearing by the
goats. Yes, the continuity of such dreaming was its charm. Came the day
when the men with axes chopped down all the taller brush so as to give
the goats access to the leaves and buds and bark. Came the day, in
winter weather, when the dry denuded skeletons of all these bushes were
gathered into