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That forbidden library feeling often carries a mix of longing, secrecy, and quiet fear. It may have appeared now to hint at hidden knowledge, private limits, or a part of you waiting to be opened.
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I've been spending too much time around books; just had a dream about the goddamn library where I was trying to stop a customer from photocopying an entire novel.
Woke up at 4 am having dreamt of a library and had to write down the details before they disappeared.
The library had a foyer entrance with tables and a row of narrow stairs arranged by Dewey Decimal numbers with long lineups at each one. I went down 500s—in my head it meant art but I googled and arts and recreation is 700s—and down the stairs were little cubbies that served as book displays (hence the slow movement of maskless people, including me).
I grabbed three hand-bound art books of one my favourite illustrator, thought about going back up to look for Carson Ellis (another fave illustrator) but kept going down instead. Had to field a question regarding printer issues and pointed to the help phone. Then just as I was sitting down to page through the books, I woke up. Grrr.
Had impression that the smallest book was a parenting manual and had a picture of the artist and her baby lying on a baby blanket that was real cloth sewn to the cover. And there was a blurb about how to a baby, a boob can be like a CD or a bagel. The other books I didn’t have time to see but one of them included photos of the artist’s style, wearing a pink polka dot super wide necktie in one image, as well as the patterns they made of their art.
The Defacing of the Fake Dream Book
Morning of April 30, 2014. Wednesday.
I am back at the main library in La Crosse, though it seems a bit bigger than in reality. I find a table to sit at, at the southwestern corner. An unknown girl (high school or college), in blue jeans and a white top, on my left, says "hi" in a friendly manner and goes back to reading an orange hardcover book on chemistry, which has an embossed image of a water molecule on the cover but for some reason seems to have "familiar" circus poster motifs as well (such as the band of two-color alternating triangles) - yet it seems quite right in design and context somehow. The table (and perhaps the area itself) has a strange "ancient" atmosphere, like very old Sequoia trees in the back of my mind, or some such. The wood seems to have some sort of "electrical field" or "magic" of some kind, which seems to make a barely visible "aura" about it similar to the atmosphere of the planet. The girl seems to have read my mind and asks me what "Sequoia" means, which causes me to ponder if she is telepathic. I tell her that although some people claim it means "bird", it actually means "pig in a pen".She smiles and says, "Oh, I thought it meant pig with a pen". I then am trying to work out if she is being obnoxious somehow, relating to the creator of the Cherokee alphabet, but do not respond, as she seems passive and cheerful (and nonthreatening).
I end up looking farther back behind my left shoulder and see a very large black book called "10,000 Great Dreams" which strongly reminds me of the ridiculous fiasco in real life called "10,000 Dreams Interpreted" by Gustavus (which I used to read in real life as a boy and it was so absurd, pointless, and wrong for the most part, I laughed until I felt giddy). I pick up the book and take it over to the desk. Then I notice that it is not actually a regular book, but a large black and white harlequin mask with the pages behind the mask. The eyes seem to be emeralds at first, but then I notice they are just green jelly, which fall out in a couple small piles on the table. I note some strange simple "sayings" on each page, none of which make any real sense. I read several, but can only remember one clearly. It says, "You must open your doors to look out your windows", and then something about cheddar cheese being the "root of all evil" (this may date back to the 1980s where I saw a piece of Swiss-cheese-like blackness with the diagonally rendered top and bottom of the slice representing a "demon" - I think it, that is, this new dream aspect, may also be related to an episode of the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" television series in the late 1990s or so where a man kept appearing in her dream with a slice of cheese and annoying her).
Also come the wise words: "Hands are the feet of your arms."
Most of the "dreams" read like very short and boring mundane newspaper articles from a mainstream newspaper and with no diverse layers of insights or obscure (but meaningful) renderings as is common with dreams. Nothing visionary appears anywhere, either. Instead, a lot of it seems to have half-finished naïve political speeches or just one sentence at times. Only one, I remember enough to summarize it; it said something like "I was walking down the sidewalk and a girl on roller skates stole my wallet and I chased her and called her a b---- and threw rocks at everyone." I look over and notice that the aforementioned girl is wearing roller skates and her blue jeans have somehow transformed into white shorts but that does not seem to bother me. The "book cover" (mask) also has a red ribbon that seems to be connected as a silk "bookmark". I pull on it, as it seems to be stuck between two pages near the back and realize the girl is "complaining" (moaning as if annoyed, rather) and it turns out to be a ribbon from her hair, which she retrieves. (I seem to firstly have been pulling her head down and over a bit via the apparently very long "bookmark" aka ribbon from that distance, but this is not the case at all; it just seems to have an odd physical effect, like some sort of "magnet" that makes her head move.) She soon does not mind, though, and in fact laughs about it and throws it back to me when I give it to her and we play a game of catch for about five or six rounds.
An elderly librarian taps me painfully on the shoulder from my right and points to a sign that says "No garter tossing in the library" and then makes a typical "shhh!" gesture, and I feel embarrassed.
Looking down, I notice that the mask has turned into a real flayed human face (in two vertical sections), which really makes me think if I should leave. The same librarian taps me again and points to another sign that reads in uppercase - "No defacing books in the library". I realize that people may think that I am Ed Gein because of this, so I get up to leave and as I do, I notice that much of the material in the back of the "book" actually looks like a gossip column from a tabloid instead of relating to dreams. I can hear the librarian talking loudly to the authorities, many of them being fireman for some reason. "He was in there, throwing garters around, and suddenly tore off his face to make an artistic statement, just like Vincent Van Gogh!" The firemen then do a Keystone Cops routine around the library even though I am standing in plane sight.
The girl taps me on the shoulder and whispers "you saved us all". I notice that the harlequin mask/real face/book cover is actually two messy (and melting?) pieces of the creature from the movie "Mimic" (1997) which looks like a human face, but which is meant to fool people before they are eaten. It looks more and more like a pile of melted cheese such as on a pizza.
The police come in and arrest the librarian for keeping a "fake" book in the library that was "written by a cockroach" (although in the movie, the creature is supposedly more like a cross between a termite and a praying mantis - though does look a lot like a giant cockroach in some scenes). Everyone is marched out of the library in an orderly fashion so that the library can be "fumigated" in case there are any more such books.
The.Dream.Of.My.Whole.Entire.Life!