Deep in my fantasy world of books, I have to confess that I have a reoccurring dream. In my dream the house contains such a massive library of books, that there is almost no room or space left for people. Shelves and shelves of books line each wall of all the rooms from the floor and right up to the ceiling. This library contains books of all different types that are categorised into separate subjects and sections. The details of each individual book have been entered into a database on the computer. Understandably, it is rather hard to find the computer - as I have to firstly make my way past all the books!
In this special dream-like library, there are books of all kinds and sizes: small books, large books, paperbacks, hardbacks, fact, fiction, novels, encyclopedias and dictionaries. This produces a whole exciting world spread out in print – I never know which way to turn first – a room of thrillers and a separate room of romantic novels – suspense, murder stories and action. There are atlases and books regarding wildlife, architecture, cooking and travel. The choice is seemingly endless.
My dream always seems to include my entrance into one room and then another, constantly unsure where to begin. Then before the final decision is made and as I reach out to touch a book, to my utter dismay, I wake up. However much I try to hold onto the fading dream, it is useless. No matter how many times I have the same dream, I have never found out for which book my hand reaches out.
