Winter beyond Basement B by Island (98.03.03) DREAMED I'm in a library. A few books intrigue me that have just been brought in to put on the shelves. The librarian tells me where to stack them. One book I keep apart, thinking it is a book of literary criticism. It is not -- papers by doctors I believe. It is slim and long, and I finally put it in the right bin. I want to explore another literary area. It's in basement B, a basement below A. I take the elevator down, am lost in a wintry forest where snow covers the ground. A huge hill before me. No signs to the library. A man directs me. He offers me chicken. I take a piece, and throw the fat away. A rat comes along, runs over the good chicken and gobbles up the rat. I decide not to tell the man I saw the rat, even though he might give the chicken unwittingly to others. I take the long trudge up the hill with him both walking the route and pointing it out to me. I'm furious when I arrive. This shouldn't be. There should be markers. They say they agree, but those in government don't care. I want to work here. A fugitive from justice who used this as a hideaway just left, though she may return, but will be surprised to learn they won't take her back. I'm to fill out a test with questions. I get FEMALE FRIEND to ask the questions, because she's so thorough, wishing I could have taped it so they could have used hers as a model. The librarian is overhearing and curious. We're slowly changing the way things are done. I'm waiting for the results to my responses.
