And you must dare to do as many things as you dream of… ~ Nastassja Kinski
This is a dream I had this morning, November 27, 2018.
I was at a library with my daughter and grand-daughter. Not sure where what library it was…never seen it in real life, but it felt familiar.
I’d turned in some books, one of which was called ‘Dare to Dream’ or something like that. There was another name similar, but can’t remember it now. Anyway, it had pink on the cover, and was sort of like those ‘for Dummies’ books, or along those same type of books. Maybe it was ‘Dare to Dream for Dummies’? I’m thinking it was a book on the subject of using your imagination when putting together scrap books. (I’ve actually been trying to get back to my scrap book making, but my imagination has been on the low end lately. I guess the book would help?)
Well, I’d turned it in, but then decided I wasn’t done with the book, and wanted it back to re-check it again. But, I couldn’t find it. I went to the shelf where it was supposed to be usually, but it wasn’t there. I looked all around, but nope, not there anywhere. So, I asked the librarian about it. They said it had already been transferred to their other library across town, and I could probably find it there.
So, we went over there. For some reason we were walking in this downtown area that may or may not have been a real place I’ve seen before. I get the feeling I’ve had dreams about this downtown before. There are tall and old buildings, empty sidewalks, it’s cold and gray, and the wind is blowing. It’s kind of dark and spooky, but still day time. It’s just the buildings, and being in the shade of them that makes it that way.
Well, we finally get to the other library, and go down a cement ramp to get to the door. Just as we get there, a guy comes out pushing a library cart with books on it. He’s actually the guy who does the story time thing for kids at the library (a real person I’ve seen before). I say we were going in just for a minute to find that book I was looking for, but he says they are closing already. Since he was sort of a friend ? he says he’ll let us go on in, but just for one hour. So we do go in, while he busies himself in the office with paperwork.
I look at all the shelves in this library, and finally, finally find the book, and take it from the shelf. Yep, it’s the one…’Dare to Dream’. It’s the same pink cover and everything.
That was all of the dream, but somewhere in there, and I don’t know why, my grand-daughter was sitting in a high-chair.
I have a lot of recurring dream about libraries (and thrift stores). Do you have many of the same subject dreams? Mine most always have some spooky element to them, too. How about you? I’d love to hear about them! 🙂
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