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.

( and then it got weird )

What's in your tardis bookstore?