But this dream was so realistic!
I don't know how much people keep up to speed, but I am a huge bibliophile. I love books. But I have a certain brokeness, which means I buy and horde books even more than I read books, which is a big number in its own right. The way to this girl's heart is through buying her books.
Anyway, when my mum and dad sold their Giant House to move into a back bedroom somewhere, I lost about 80% of my books. This was objectively a Good Thing; I got to go through the whole lot and keep all my favorites and no-one needs 200 point-teenage books, but lots of things slipped through the net that I might never find again, or that I wish now I'd kept. I had to do it in a rush, and I couldn't keep anywhere near everything. And I did OK. But there are books I miss like old friends.
I've been trying to sort my books out recently. In the several moves, they've ended up in a mess. And now I am carefully catagorising and alphabetising and dragging them back into order.
So the other night I had a dream. I was looking for something in my book collection, and I couldn't find it, and suddenly some voice from outside of frame said to me "Don't forget to check the other room" and I walked out of my living room into a room that doesn't exist in my house but that fitted in like a glove, and found all my lost and abandoned books, a little dusty, in piles and in boxes forgotten on bare floorboards, but all still there, just waiting for me to come and find them and sort them.
I think, after trying to make this coherant, I've remembered why I don't make dream posts. But there is a rich tapestry of space-time, and things that we think are lost and over are still there - stitched forever into the fabric of the universe, and waiting for us to return to them in the far-off corners of our minds...