I was in a shop with hats all over. Dunno how I got there, it's just where I was. This giant woman (she was literally a giantess) was so happy to see me and said I was her first customer since forever and that no one really wore interesting hats anymore, just curious caps. I told her she had a lovely shop but that I was looking for the bookstore. She looked disappointed, and said she never got any visitors, that the townspeople had all moved away and it was only the few shopkeepers that remained, but that none of them left their shops. I asked why, if there was no one left in the town and how did she know if the other shopkeepers were even there? She said they'd see each other when they looked out their windows (though I did not see any window in the shop) and that there was indeed, no reason to always stay inside.
With excitement and a smile she said the book shop was just next door and she would accompany me there. I asked her her name and she replied with a smile 'Madame Chapeau, of course!' She plopped a huge floppy brimmed hat shaped rather like a calico cat on my head, that I had to keep pushing up to keep it's paws from slipping down and covering my eyes. She put on this tiny, feathery almost thimble-sized hat, took my hand and we just appeared in
the book shop. The owner of the book shop was a little, round older man (and when I say round he was like a ball with arms, legs and a head on top with no neck.) He was balding and wore glasses. He was delighted to see us and insisted we sit and have tea with him. There was a table with chairs in the center of the room, surrounding the walls were bookshelves from 'ceiling' to floor, the thing is, you could not see a ceiling because the shelves seemed to go on forever, and as it went higher it got darker and darker, like a tunnel that was so deep it went to black. Each shelf had a sliding ladder. I asked what sort of books he carried and he said anything my heart desired. I pointed up and asked what sort of books were way up there and he said those were the books no one ever read and the contents of the books grew darker and darker as the light grew dimmer and dimmer. He said I would not want any of those books because they had all gone mad and grew more devilishly dangerous the darker their contents became.
Anyways, Madame Chapeau produced a hat shaped like Link's from LOZ but longer and looked rather like a worm (with segments, but had eyes and a smile at the end of it) from I don't know where and placed it on the bookkeepers head. He blushed, and thanked her. The table was already set, like he knew we were coming and when I asked about that he said the books whispered that he'd have visitors and the books never lied.
At each place-setting there were little brown woven baskets with treats & goodies in them, and the cups were more like bowls with handles filled with a liquid chocolate that he said was his own special brand of 'tea'. It was warm, had a tiny sugar candy flower floating on top and we had to scoop it up with a spoon because it was rather thick. Madame Chapeau said we must do this every Wednesday and she would provide the hats.
Then I woke up.
I have no idea why I dreamt any of this, though I blame it on taking a multi vitamin too close to sleeptime. It happened before when taking it nights instead of mornings.
(Maybe I should start drawing illustrations of these dreams so you can see what I've see? And maybe not. Never enough time.)
With excitement and a smile she said the book shop was just next door and she would accompany me there. I asked her her name and she replied with a smile 'Madame Chapeau, of course!' She plopped a huge floppy brimmed hat shaped rather like a calico cat on my head, that I had to keep pushing up to keep it's paws from slipping down and covering my eyes. She put on this tiny, feathery almost thimble-sized hat, took my hand and we just appeared in
the book shop. The owner of the book shop was a little, round older man (and when I say round he was like a ball with arms, legs and a head on top with no neck.) He was balding and wore glasses. He was delighted to see us and insisted we sit and have tea with him. There was a table with chairs in the center of the room, surrounding the walls were bookshelves from 'ceiling' to floor, the thing is, you could not see a ceiling because the shelves seemed to go on forever, and as it went higher it got darker and darker, like a tunnel that was so deep it went to black. Each shelf had a sliding ladder. I asked what sort of books he carried and he said anything my heart desired. I pointed up and asked what sort of books were way up there and he said those were the books no one ever read and the contents of the books grew darker and darker as the light grew dimmer and dimmer. He said I would not want any of those books because they had all gone mad and grew more devilishly dangerous the darker their contents became.
Anyways, Madame Chapeau produced a hat shaped like Link's from LOZ but longer and looked rather like a worm (with segments, but had eyes and a smile at the end of it) from I don't know where and placed it on the bookkeepers head. He blushed, and thanked her. The table was already set, like he knew we were coming and when I asked about that he said the books whispered that he'd have visitors and the books never lied.
At each place-setting there were little brown woven baskets with treats & goodies in them, and the cups were more like bowls with handles filled with a liquid chocolate that he said was his own special brand of 'tea'. It was warm, had a tiny sugar candy flower floating on top and we had to scoop it up with a spoon because it was rather thick. Madame Chapeau said we must do this every Wednesday and she would provide the hats.
Then I woke up.
I have no idea why I dreamt any of this, though I blame it on taking a multi vitamin too close to sleeptime. It happened before when taking it nights instead of mornings.
(Maybe I should start drawing illustrations of these dreams so you can see what I've see? And maybe not. Never enough time.)