Yossarian22

[two fragments not bound together. 1: In my "dream-library" 2. Through a city in November]

1.

I walk in an house. There are three shelves with really old books. They are wrapped in plastic so they don't deteriorate by the finger of the visitors. I'm really interested in old books so I keep searching for a book, that might take my attention.
But there is no book. I'm really disappointed and want to walk to the first floor. But I recall that last time I was here, there were no interesting books either.
So I was really confused what to do next. I was searching for a book which title I couldn't recall.
I went to another room on the ground floor. There were some people working in it. They were installing lamps, electricity and stuff. It looked like it was some kind of renovation work or they were building a new room up.
I saw on the roof that there was an attic door. I want to open it to walk up. But I couldn't it was closed. I took a screwdriver I found nearby and started to loosen the screws. I wanted to open that door so I could look in this secret room locked away.
But the workers get angry.

- Shouldn't you stop this shit and help me with the lamps?

This made me really uncomfortable, so I ran out the room.
I'm back in the room I was before. I look again through the shelves but don't find any. I'm searching and searching, get angry at this stupid bookstore where there are only 3 dozens of books.


This place is familiar to me. Afterwards I could recall, that this is a place which I visit only in my dreams. It's kind of an recurring dream, where the patterns seems identical. Unfortunately I couldn't see that much of it. the dream was a bit blurry on the spots were i directly looked where clear, the stuff around it was blurred.

2.

I'm walking through a town. It looks really familiar, but I don't know exactly where I am. It's night I think, the sky was black, but surprisingly the streets where really bright.
There is suddenly a friend next to me. He's wearing pants, a t'shirt and a jacket. He complains that he is cold. I wanted absolutely to go in somewhere.
Suddenly there are a lot of people around, someone says he should stop complaining.

- I'm sorry he says, but I'm not a viking like him, I can't stand the cold. Hey it's November!

He pointed towards me. I look down and see that I'm wearing really short shorts one would wear to swim (not a swimsuit, but those trousers), sandals, a white t-shirt

Suddenly I drive around in an horse-cab with 4 people. They seem drunk and preoccupied. One of them doesn't seem really absent minded. He's staring like he's blind; The others try to shake him awake but it doesn't work.

Suddenly he starts saying that he's got stuck in the 4 dimension, but can't leave, cause Peter didn't let him.

[really weird lol]