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Showing posts with label library. Show all posts
Showing posts with label library. Show all posts

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Paperback Writer

Dream 2/11/2017




     The town I am in is nearly empty. Dead. Nobody is here except for the ferry operators. The ferry is a hover ship. It hovers twenty feet above the ground. I take the ferry and tour the ghost city.

     In South Africa, I visit a library. Whenever I visit a bookstore or library, especially one in another part of the world, I like to check if they have any of my published books. I move down the last names of each book on the shelf until I get to "Laverty." Wow, they have one. All the way in South Africa. I grab it. It's my guitar tutorial book. It teaches beginning guitar students how to play chords and then songs with those chords. This particular book seems to have been used a lot. The pages are frazzled and there are papers left inside, probably from the last user.

     The clerk asks if I want to check that one out. I mention that I'm just looking at it because I wrote it. He is pleasantly surprised and tells me that I can just have it if I want. I tell him, "no, it looks like it's getting good use here." I put it back on the shelf. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Late Fee

Dream 5/10/2016




My sisters, brother-in-law, and me are at the Middletown, Indiana public library.

I walk the aisles of the library with a few books in my hand. A man who I don't recognize comes and takes the books out of my hands and says that I can't have them. I'm a little confused by the incident.

My sisters and I go to the front desk to check out all of our books. The librarian tells my sister that she has a five-hundred dollar late fee. My sister asks her what happens if she doesn't pay. The librarian says that they will sue her for the money. We decide to use my other sisters account to check out the books. Dream ends.

I wake up


Sunday, June 29, 2014

Passport to Romance

Dream 6-17-14



I'm inside a stadium. It looks like a football stadium. It's not a football stadium. It's a dating service. Where in a stadium there would be concession stands, here there are rooms and libraries where you can talk to someone of interest. 

My sisters, brother-in-law and mom are in a room off to the corner of the stadium. I don't know what my family is doing but I'm am here for the girls. While they stay in the room, I wonder off into the larger room of the stadium. I can see thousands of people sitting and talking in the stands. I see a girl sitting in a leather library chair. I find her attractive but am too scared to talk to her. I walk on. 

One of the services of the dating company is to take your blood pressure and that will tell you what personality traits you have as well as the traits you are looking for. I have my blood pressure taken. Immediately after the test is over, a lady comes to me with a sheet of paper. The important items are highlighted. 

I head back to the room where my family is. My sister and brother-in-law tell me that my mom and other sister are taking a nap before we head home. In the room is a bookshelf full of dusty books. The books probably haven't been read in years, some of them may have never been read. One peaks my curiosity. I slip it off the dusty shelf and start to flip through it. I find that someone has a page bookmarked with an old passport. The passport is old and tattered and missing the cover. It's from a man who was in the army. It tells that his base was "Fort Mubst" in Michigan. He was born in 1947. Dream ends

I wake up.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Library

Dream 2-26-14


I'm in a basement. It's not dark or cold but rather looks like a small library. On the wall, near the ceiling are windows. I can see legs moving outside. They are employees from my work. I'm supposed to be back to work but I choose to relax between two bookshelves instead. 

My supervisor comes down to the library. He tells me that it's time to get back to work. I stand up. I start putting on my clothes. 

My high school math teacher walks in. I notice something on my chair. It looks like muddy paw prints. My former teacher tells me it's poop. Dream ends.

I wake up.