naudiz
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I had a deeply profound dream last night.
I was in a library, surrounded by many people I did not readily recognize, though a few of them were familiar to me. The librarian was the librarian from my high school, the one who was always getting on my case for talking too loudly and throwing things. She looked on with disapproval as I started making conversation with some of the people hanging out in the adult fiction section, so I had to keep my voice down.
At one point, the librarian was called way, and that's when I took my chance! I went up to the bar (in the context of the dream, a bar in a library made perfect sense), and I asked for a keg of beer. It took them awhile to find the kind I wanted, but once they did, I had it brought over to the adult fiction section. Glasses were passed around, and it was free beer for everyone in the library that night.
We all drank a lot of beer. It was really good, too. I just kept drinking, and drinking, and drinking. I stirred, and in that hazy drift between sleeping and waking, I decided I'd rather be drinking beer, and I fell back asleep for awhile longer.
I can only guess at the deeper meaning of these nocturnal musings.
I was in a library, surrounded by many people I did not readily recognize, though a few of them were familiar to me. The librarian was the librarian from my high school, the one who was always getting on my case for talking too loudly and throwing things. She looked on with disapproval as I started making conversation with some of the people hanging out in the adult fiction section, so I had to keep my voice down.
At one point, the librarian was called way, and that's when I took my chance! I went up to the bar (in the context of the dream, a bar in a library made perfect sense), and I asked for a keg of beer. It took them awhile to find the kind I wanted, but once they did, I had it brought over to the adult fiction section. Glasses were passed around, and it was free beer for everyone in the library that night.
We all drank a lot of beer. It was really good, too. I just kept drinking, and drinking, and drinking. I stirred, and in that hazy drift between sleeping and waking, I decided I'd rather be drinking beer, and I fell back asleep for awhile longer.
I can only guess at the deeper meaning of these nocturnal musings.