A Nightmare
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dorky]
I've recently discovered just how much of a bookworm I really am. It's quite pathetic, yet it gives me some feeling of secret happiness. The knowledge that this is truly a part of me, that it can never be separated from me unless all the books of the world were burned, and even then my love for them would not extinguish.
Anyway, I recently had a nightmare. In it, there were a bunch of people who could use magic and were evil. I was in a store of some sort, and they came in and made a large section of the store's books disappear. Just... cease to exist. At first I was a bit surprised and rather scared that they might do something to harm me or the other people in the store.
Then suddenly my mind panicked as I realised they might destroy my private library (since, weirdly, their target seemed only to be books). I ran into a different room and faced my private library and discovered that 60% of it had ceased to exist. I recall tears springing to my eyes and I ran back in where those evil people were and.... well the rest of my dream is a bit of a blur. Though I do remember them flying after me (yeah... I could fly) and trying to kill me.
But when I woke up I realised, "I actually had a NIGHTMARE about losing my books."
And I thought it both pathetic and wonderful all at once. I still do.
dorky]
I've recently discovered just how much of a bookworm I really am. It's quite pathetic, yet it gives me some feeling of secret happiness. The knowledge that this is truly a part of me, that it can never be separated from me unless all the books of the world were burned, and even then my love for them would not extinguish.
Anyway, I recently had a nightmare. In it, there were a bunch of people who could use magic and were evil. I was in a store of some sort, and they came in and made a large section of the store's books disappear. Just... cease to exist. At first I was a bit surprised and rather scared that they might do something to harm me or the other people in the store.
Then suddenly my mind panicked as I realised they might destroy my private library (since, weirdly, their target seemed only to be books). I ran into a different room and faced my private library and discovered that 60% of it had ceased to exist. I recall tears springing to my eyes and I ran back in where those evil people were and.... well the rest of my dream is a bit of a blur. Though I do remember them flying after me (yeah... I could fly) and trying to kill me.
But when I woke up I realised, "I actually had a NIGHTMARE about losing my books."
And I thought it both pathetic and wonderful all at once. I still do.