Back when I first started library school, I had a recurring dream about rushing into burning archives and trying to save the contents which usually consisted of works written in old German blackletter. Sometimes my efforts were successful and other times…not so much.
More recently, I’ve had dreams about weeding books…
I take a cartload of items to my desk and remove them from the catalog. When I return to the stacks in order to get more books, I find all of the items that I just weeded have been magically returned to the shelves. What gives?
I’d much rather dream about Mr. Darcy, Severus Snape, and Toshikazu Nobu.