QuasitLast night I dreamed that I was in a large used book shop with very high ceilings and dark wood furnishings - including sliding ladders. There was an unbelievable number of books everywhere, but they weren't particularly organized.
The shop owner was an odd-looking man, very tall and thin with brown hair. He could find any book that you asked for; he found several for me. But there was a Twilight-Zone feeling to the place. Finally I asked him for a book that I couldn't identify. I couldn't remember the title or author; I kept trying to fish in my memory for something that would help him, like "It was from the 60's or 70's, I think, and it had a feeling of that era. Not unlike something by certain other hip authors of the time. I think maybe it was set in New York City? I know it was in English."
But I couldn't give him enough information, so he evaporated in front of my eyes.