Book of Dreams
Airport. Like a high school play, attempting to convey a spectral atmosphere. One desk onstage, a gray woman behind the desk with the cold waxen face of an intergalactic bureaucrat. She is dressed in a gray-blue uniform. Airport sounds from a distance, blurred,incomprehensible, then suddenly loud and clear. "Flight sixty-nine has been --" Static...fades into the distance..."Flight..."
Standing to one side of the desk are three men, grinning with joy at their prospective destinations. When I present myself at the desk, the woman says :"You haven't recieved your education yet."
This dream occured approximately thirty -five years ago, shortly after the publication of Naked Lunch in 1959.
-From William Burroughs' "My Education, A Book of Dreams".