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anotheranon) wrote2012-07-04 11:59 am
anotheranon) wrote2012-07-04 11:59 am
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tardis bookstore
Contents of last night's dream:
I got permission from a small bookstore owner to store some of my books for the impending move. My sister, childhood friend C. and I went over to this charming, old fashioned bookstore, genteely shabby with worn wood shelves, to start shelving my books in one small room off the main entrance. The owner was as genteely shabby as his store, coffee cup in hand, clad in faded tweed, and gave us a nod on his way to the register as we started.
Somehow the unloading work turned into a seminar/discussion of 18th century aesthetic influences on pop culture, led by Adam Ant (who, being a fan/friend of Vivienne Westwood all these years might legitimately have learned something from her), and an extended wander through the rest of the bookstore that revealed that it was much more than what it seemed.....
Up the stairs was a modern, neon-lit food court, including a friend of mine at a stall making biscuits with pork gravy (YUM!). Off of that was a vivid pink room with gilded mirrors that turned out to be a costume shop (mostly cheezy polyester, but even so...)
Further meandering revealed cases and cases of vintage jewelry and knick-knacks with lots of dark green jade (my favorite!), an esoteric/rare books section, and an escalator spiraling stories down into what appeared to be a Discovery/"brain toys" type store with strange moving, assembling, remote-control driven items. Up another escalator was the exit, which turned out to be the "curiosity shop" next door, as innocuous on the outside the bookstore.
We took several trips back and forth, to store more books and bring others to see the incredible hidden depths. (Weird mental note: once the original layout was established, it didn't deviate - for a dream the setting was remarkably consistent).
Then one morning we came in and the room we'd been stocking was partitioned by an unfinished wall, and the shabby proprietor told us in his low key way that we'd need to remove the books, or they'd be sold - he needed that room for actual merchandise. We started emptying, and he went back to his register, coffee cup in hand.
What's in your tardis bookstore?
I got permission from a small bookstore owner to store some of my books for the impending move. My sister, childhood friend C. and I went over to this charming, old fashioned bookstore, genteely shabby with worn wood shelves, to start shelving my books in one small room off the main entrance. The owner was as genteely shabby as his store, coffee cup in hand, clad in faded tweed, and gave us a nod on his way to the register as we started.
Somehow the unloading work turned into a seminar/discussion of 18th century aesthetic influences on pop culture, led by Adam Ant (who, being a fan/friend of Vivienne Westwood all these years might legitimately have learned something from her), and an extended wander through the rest of the bookstore that revealed that it was much more than what it seemed.....
Up the stairs was a modern, neon-lit food court, including a friend of mine at a stall making biscuits with pork gravy (YUM!). Off of that was a vivid pink room with gilded mirrors that turned out to be a costume shop (mostly cheezy polyester, but even so...)
Further meandering revealed cases and cases of vintage jewelry and knick-knacks with lots of dark green jade (my favorite!), an esoteric/rare books section, and an escalator spiraling stories down into what appeared to be a Discovery/"brain toys" type store with strange moving, assembling, remote-control driven items. Up another escalator was the exit, which turned out to be the "curiosity shop" next door, as innocuous on the outside the bookstore.
We took several trips back and forth, to store more books and bring others to see the incredible hidden depths. (Weird mental note: once the original layout was established, it didn't deviate - for a dream the setting was remarkably consistent).
Then one morning we came in and the room we'd been stocking was partitioned by an unfinished wall, and the shabby proprietor told us in his low key way that we'd need to remove the books, or they'd be sold - he needed that room for actual merchandise. We started emptying, and he went back to his register, coffee cup in hand.
What's in your tardis bookstore?
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What a lovely, intricate dream!
Re: What a lovely, intricate dream!
Maybe the tagline for this shop should be "We guarantee you'll find *exactly* what you want"!