Last night, I dreamed I was feeling a bit ill with the beginnings of the flu. I was scheduled to take a flight for Japan and knew I needed to get some meds first or else the trip was going to be a nightmare. So, I went to city hall, of course. Isn't that where you go when you need meds in a hurry? I told a clerk my symptoms, and he came back with a pair of support stockings. Color me skeptical, but I took them and asked where the restroom was so I could put them on.
"Got back outside and take the little stairwell just to the left stairs coming up here."
I did what he said and ended up in an underground library that scream perfect library ambience: floor to ceiling books bound in leather with gilt lettering, shining brass lamps with green glass shades, reading tables polished to a high shine, and deep, comfy club chairs. The first floor was dedicated to fantasy novels. A man and a woman were reading there and greeted me like an old friend when I entered.
The librarian guided me to the bathroom, which was on the other side of a walkway, overlooking the floors below. "The books on the next floor down deal with fluid science; below that social history; and on the last floor are the convex books."
Sadly I didn't get to see the convex books.
"Got back outside and take the little stairwell just to the left stairs coming up here."
I did what he said and ended up in an underground library that scream perfect library ambience: floor to ceiling books bound in leather with gilt lettering, shining brass lamps with green glass shades, reading tables polished to a high shine, and deep, comfy club chairs. The first floor was dedicated to fantasy novels. A man and a woman were reading there and greeted me like an old friend when I entered.
The librarian guided me to the bathroom, which was on the other side of a walkway, overlooking the floors below. "The books on the next floor down deal with fluid science; below that social history; and on the last floor are the convex books."
Sadly I didn't get to see the convex books.
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Date: 19 Nov 2011 09:15 am (UTC)Oh, I used to have book dreams, too, but mine were mundane. As child I dreamed of rooting around in someones attic and finding a book full of books, And then there was the pleasure of lifting the books out of the box, stting aside the ones in languages I cannot read and into different pile the books in languages I CAN read.
There was the pleasure of seeing so many books I had not read yet ... but the dream always ended before I actually started reading!
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Date: 19 Nov 2011 10:26 am (UTC)