abeastofaboy:
If Garfeild was being honest, libraries really weren’t his thing
He wasn’t much of a reader, and when he was it was comic books and graphic novels, not typically things he found in libraries- atleast not the ones his parents used to take him to, but he couldn’t deny that it was a better option than looking for what he needed at a bookstore and paying an arm and a leg for something he might not even be able to use, and Google- despite what everybody said- didn’t always have the answers for everything
Trust him
He’d tried
Frequently
So with no other option available- a library it seemed to be
“Yeah, actually! Do you have any books on dreams? Like uh… what they mean and stuff? Or what about those ‘what it means when this kinda animal crosses your path’ types of things? And how can you tell when one is written by somebody who actually knows what they’re talking about and not just, ya’ know, a quack?”
The man spoke quickly as he approached, obviously very aware of what it was he was looking for. Ultimately, Hunter preferred those sorts of interactions. It wasn’t that he minded helping those who were uncertain, or who had questions. Though, given his slightly anxious mood, in the moment he preferred something that seemed more cut-and-dry, something which didn’t require a ton of digging or uncovering.
An amused smirk played at the corners of his lips, head cocking slightly as his eyes flickered toward the section in which he knew he’d be showing the other to. “Did the college hand out some sort of assignment?” He asked, shaking his head slightly. “I cannot tell you how many people I’ve had come through, asking for the same sort of reference recently. Suddenly, there seems to be a rush on our dream-decoding information.” Chuckling softly, he rose, gripping the head of his cane to shift his weight onto as he stood. “Follow me.”
Making his way around the desk, Hunter headed to the rows of books on the left side of the library, making a quick right turn to lead to the non-fiction section. His eyes scanned the rows as his mind swirled, considering how odd it was how many people seemed to suddenly take interest in the interpretations. And, not denying the fact that he himself had thought of doing the same recently, given the dreams plaguing his own sleep.
Pausing abruptly, he turned to run his fingertips along the spines of the books on the shelf to his left, glancing at the other. “Here we are. I believe you’ll find most of what you’re looking for here, this is where the bulk of our resources on dream interpretation lie. However, if none of these turn out to be the right fit, I can direct you to a few resources on superstition, dreams throughout history, that sort of thing.” Taking in a breath, Hunter turned to fully face the other. “Excuse me for asking, but, is this some sort of project? Or, are you simply looking to expand your knowledge-base?”
“Wouldn’t know, I’ve never been to college,” Garfeild shrugged back
Depending on who he talked to, some people found that to be astonishing- considering he owned his own business and hadn’t even hit twenty-five yet- or just about right- considering his overall cheery demeanor and reputation as an airhead, not that he thought being a happy person should mean he wasn’t educated or that education and intellegence had much of a connection- there were plenty of people who could have one and not the other, he may not know much when it came to things like science or history- you know, boring stuff- but he knew plenty about people and food and plants and animals and nature, and his parents- birth parents- were scientists so it wasn’t like he’d been sheltered or anything
And on the other side of that coin, he’d also known plenty of educated people who were either morons, or so ignorant that the ignorance ate the intellegent parts of their brains, like a bigoted zombie virus
That’d be pretty terrible, the worst kind of zombie virus if you asked him
“Thanks dude!! Uh, history is probably a no-go, but superstition...”
Breifly, he remembered the smell of old books, the warmth of candles, occult symbols and crystals and a pretty red jewel flashing before his eyes....
“Yeah that’s..... that sounds good,”
A prophecy.....
“Uh.... neither, to be honest..... I’ve just... been having all theses weird dreams lately, I uh... I know this sounds weird and like all Dune and shit but I keep dreaming about this girl.... I don’t know... I feel like maybe she’s not just a dream? And if she isn’t then I want to find her, I’ve got to find her, I know it sounds kinda crazy but... there it is,”
