Just before I woke for the
first time this morning I remember I had been dreaming. I rarely remember
dreams, but I know that I do dream; I just don't usually remember much about
them. This dream had colour : mostly green. Books. Green coloured hard-back
volumes on wooden shelves. They were in a sequence amongst other books on
similar shelves. More green books, I think. I don't know what the books were
about, though page entries went from about 1,200 to over 9,000 throughout the
set. I think I was looking at entry 3,178 because this feels and looks about
right, though I cannot be absolutely sure.
It was
a left column of a two-columned page. Again I can't be sure, but this may have
been a left or right page. It doesn't matter. I took out a volume and put it
down. I think I hadn't any intention of taking it away, but I couldn't then
find where to return it and I don't remember reading anything from this volume.
I went to leave this room: it was like an attic in a house. Not a large room. I
sense it was near the sea. I was quite high up in this small room, in this
house possibly situated on a hill. There must have been a window through which
I could view the sea.
The
books were all quite old and dusty. I know they were hard-backed since I
remember how they felt. I consciously remember that if the light went off, I
wouldn't find my way out of this unfamiliar room. This was after I had tried
the switch and the light stayed on. Good fortune that. There were three other
light switches: all modern type on-off light switches. All clean. Quite new, I
suppose. Nothing fancy, but not old fashioned as may be expected in this old
room. None of these switches turned off the light. I tried them all. The light
stayed on. Were these the right switches or did they affect something
elsewhere? The light stayed on and I think my dream ended.
I
never left the room which did not go dark. I am not sure, but I think when I
found myself in this room it was dim though not dark. I don't remember getting
there and light had flooded the room when I had become aware of it. I am sure
of that. But, did I do that? At least I would be able to see what I was looking
for if I found it though I don't actually know if I was looking for something
in particular or just browsing. I still don't know what I was looking for. I
must have looked at a couple of volumes to get this idea of the range of
entries. There must have been earlier volumes and later volumes beyond entry
9,000. This whole series of books was in a large bookcase like a library and
there were many other books. All green.
I had
no fear in this place. It was unfamiliar, but I felt comfortable. Safe.
Surrounded by books. A repository of knowledge, beginning before my first
recollection and ending after where I had reached toward.
Rather
like life. I like books.
Louis Brothnias 2005