Library Dream

Books

My daughter and I are going to the library. We're driving down a narrow street in a small town. As we approach a corner a hot-head in a red car passes us on the right side and cuts in front us. Now he is stopped behind another car at a stop sign. No sweat off my brow, our corner is just before we get to him. We pull up at the 'library'. It appears to be an old cinder block garage with a gravel floor. There is a glass person sized door to the right and an automobile size opening to the left with no door. There are a few people sitting inside. The place looks like a second hand junk shop. I follow my daughter in through the person size door and we start looking for the books. It's a library, therefor there must be some books in here somewhere. We find a big ol' wooden wardrobe towards the back, but nope, no books in there. But next to it is a small bookcase, and there are the books! Must be several dozen at least. I'm looking through this collection and I find a magazine sized paperback book with a colorful cover that says Pergelator on the cover, which is very surprising because I have no memory of ever having written a book of any kind. The book is in kind of rough shape, it's been wet and is still sort of damp. I debate whether I should buy it or not and finally decide that I need the actual object for show-and-tell at lunch next week. A photo just won't do. The book will go in the trash afterwards, it's rubbish.