Dream

 I am in a large building that  is filled with books. I think of it as a library, but it is a bookstore. I see  someone I know and ask how long do they think it would take to read every one of those books. Then I decide that it would take a lifetime just to take each book from the shelf and  put it back. I wonder whose job it would be to do that.

As I walk by, I see a magazine on the edge of a table. I pick it up. The title is *(intriguing, but now it escapes me), but then I look again and the title reads Better Homes and Gardens, so I return it to where it was . 

  There is a film strip or stream of buildings and towns playing against one of the walls. Looking at it, I ask if that is my old house I recognize  and Dave answers yes it is. I look closer, catch a glimpse, but the film strip is moving too fast, showing other cities, Watervliet and such.

I  meet with Travis, who I am to help with his school work. He is holding  an assignment sheet and a  dictionary in his hands. He has been  a very good student academically, but seems reluctant to work on this assignment. I help him define  several of the assigned words, using the dictioary as a prompt, as the assignment required. But for some reason, he is perplexed by one of the words; that word is "redo" and I search the dictionary and it is not to be found, so I tell him that re means again and just say  it means to do again. Admittedly poorly defined, but he wants to be done with it for the day. He packs the assignment away, with 2 words left, says he'll finish later. 

I go outside and talk with his sister Tiffanie and a very wiry young girl who aspires to be  a professional athlete. She wants me to compete with her in a show of strength, but I good-naturedly decline. She is content to just show her strength. 

 We look over at the winding path to the building and Dave is climbing the slope along with a young boy, engaging with him in light conversation as they climb the approach. They are passed by a handsome young runner, who zooms by.

* The main reason for writing this blog entry is that all night long I was haunted by the title of the magazine I'd picked up in the bookstore, and as I began to write, the title wafted away, presumably lost forever.