I had a dream this morning that ALL of my books – from both childhood and adulthood – had been stolen.  The odd thing is, I met the guy who had stolen them.  He had a name – I forgot it already.   He was an “old school” criminal type – much like the Cyrus Redblock character from the star Trek: The Next Generation episode “The Big Goodbye”.

When I asked for my books back, he went into a rant about “this is how we did it in the pen back in my day…” and threatened to cut off one of my fingers with a switchblade.  At that point, I left without my books and woke up shortly thereafter.