I had an interesting dream last night. Maybe you all might help me analyze it.
I was at a book sale, and there were tons of rare books on display, and booksignings were taking place. Here's the kicker: all the authors signing books were long-dead political figures -- George Washington, John F. Kennedy, Julius Caesar, Napoleon Bonaparte.
Being the bibliophile that I am, even in my dreams, I ignored the historic ghosts and went straight for the books. I felt a bit guilty -- I mean who wouldn't want the opportunity to converse with Abraham Lincoln or Winston Churchill? But there were books before me that I had never seen. I grabbed long lost plays of William Shakespeare, thousand-page volumes of illustrated stories that were created before the term graphic novel came into vogue, new tales by Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens, and Mark Twain. Had I died and gone to heaven?
In the background, Ronald Reagan asked me if I wanted him to sign anything, but I ignored him and skimmed through Harlan Ellison's unpublished manuscript of the third edition of Dangerous Visions. Charlemagne tried to engage in conversation with me but I was enthralled by the draft script by George Lucas of Revenge of the Jedi (with Wookiees instead of Ewoks).
I wanted to buy some of these lost treasures, but to my dismay they were too expensive for my limited budget. Meanwhile, the dead presidents and dictators and kings (all men by the way), kept chattering away, unheeded.
So what does it all mean? Was this my subconscious telling me to spend less time in the fantasy world of books and entertainment, and pay more attention to real world news and politics? Or was this a vindication of my focus on "childish things" and the value they offer?
Be my dream analysts. Tell me what you think.