I dreamed I had climbed to the top of hill to discover what appeared to be the ruins of an ancient temple, overlooking The Mediterranean (somebody spell that for me) Sea. It was made of white stone and I had to squeeze through two toppled columns to enter. Inside was a monk, of what order or religion I know not and he told me, "this is the library." I looked around in amazement, for the shelves seemed to reach forever upwards and sideways, and the shelves themselves were luminous as though made of light. There was no empty spaces in the shelves, each spot taken neatly by "books" of the same size, and of the same height of the shelves so that there were no empty spaces. As I wondered how I could remove a book to read one, I glanced at the binding and could not only SEE the story, but found that I was IN the story, and the story was changing, just through my presence IN it. Startled, I realized I was being ABSORBED by the book. Then I stood back and could see all of the stories at once, through all of the bindings, constantly changing colors and pictures and I stepped back to realize that they all made up a larger story, that constantly changed, sort of like a giant dot matrix screen. But to my dismay, because of my proximity to the shelf, I could not see the "big picture"---but somehow understood that each "book" was a record of a soul, and that each soul influenced the other, and that all made up the larger part of the whole. Overwhelmed, I retreated outside where I found myself standing on the remains of an old mosaic style floor. And I began to attempt to dig up the tiles, with little success. At this time an old friend appeared and asked what was I trying to do? I explained, and then he took a hammer and shattered one and said, "See? That's how you do it! (Okay, okay, so this guy was one of those butt hole drummer friends of mine) but ANYWAY, the keeper of the library monk-type dude showed up then and said, "no, no, no....not that way...LOOK..."and he took a sharpened stick and gently popped out one of the mosaic tiles with apparent ease. He then, smiled and said, "This way, we can use them again when we REBUILD."
That's It. Serenity is sitting up straight and ready for the prognosis.