I dreamed that in borders they were having a sale on books that were to be used as a Book of Shadows. They had a good many types, but the one I remember the clearest is a leather one that was burnt orange and brown with a silver Maple leaf on it.

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Tags: bookstore, bos

I'm walking through a bookstore, though this one looks like a library I've seen before, and I'm looking through the books, and there seems to be a lot of copies of two books scattered throughout the store. The two books are yoga for women books, and I'm looking for a male yoga book, but all I can find are these two. I read the cover of one, and it says that 'gangstas' breathe through their mouth with their lips pursed because they need to breath better to cope with their smoking. I try breathing like this, and notice that I'm getting lightheaded.

Now I'm sitting in a chair at a long table taking a test. There's someone beside me, and in the chair at my one o'clock position is an old lady librarian who is the one administering the test. I'm taking the test, and as I go through I'm realizing that I don't know the answers to most of these questions, and I've only gotten the first four answered. Then, I notice the last question on the page is 10. even though there are at least twenty questions. The test is starting to look hopeless, but I know if I fail this that I have to take courses over that I've already completed, and I really don't want to have to do that.

Just now the person on my left, a girl by the voice, points out one question to me. It asks what the origins of HTML are. Hey, I know this one! I answer that it started out as a way for physicists to write up documents in a universal markup.

The old lady, who is now sitting in the chair to my right, answers that this is correct and that they needed a way to post the data, and there was a problem as people were having to repost the data and they were able to figure out how many of them there were. I stop listening to her as the girl on my left starts talking, and I look at her. She's a white girl, perhaps in her twenties, with black hair in a pony tail, but the hair tied back doesn't reach past the base of her skull. She's wearing a black shirt, perhaps sleeveless, and blue jeans.

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Tags: bookstore, kick-in-the-butt, library, test