It was a powerful book. I know because after reading it before bedtime, I had a dream about a book. Since the whole idea of the precious nature of books is what the story is all about, it is not surprising that I should have this dream.
I was with an archaeologist exploring a cave with drawings on the walls.
He led me over to one side of the cave around a corner sort of and there in a niche in the stone was an embroidered satin curtain. He pulled back the curtain (just like we do in the Ark where we keep Torah scrolls at the synagogue) and there was this HUGE book. It was about 2 and a half feet tall and if it was closed it would have been way over a foot thick. But it was open. You could tell it had never been read since it was made as it had a covering along the bottom of the book that was holding the pages carefully. The pages were made of champaign colored satin. The words were embroidered on these fabric pages and there were floral decorations all around the first letter of the page and other decorations. I realized as I was trying to read it that it was the bible. It was stunningly beautiful. I was speechless.
Isn’t it amazing what our mind cooks up for us to be doing in the middle of the night ? I am continually stunned by dreams. They baffle me with their complexity sometimes. And make me wonder a lot about human consciousness altogether. We are strange creatures are we not ? Do you dream in color ? I have read that many people do not. I always do. Funny, I love black and white movies, you would think I might dream in black and white once in a while, just as a special feature. But no luck.
Anyway, kudos to Ray Bradbury, wherever he is !
And thanks for all the dreams : - )