related to my fake job that I wish was my real job -
I dreamed that it actually was my real job, only this was in a kind of super-distant post-apocalyptic timeframe where human civilization had collapsed and been mostly rebuilt but there were still uninhabited remnants of modern civilization, and my job was basically to go in there and dig out the books and stuff that looked like they’d be worth preserving. Part of the setting (that was never really explained) was that mostly everywhere was covered with this dense, low layer of cloud cover, and my supervisor was like “Okay, we’ve got a site for you but it’s above the cloud cover” and I was like “COOL YEAH LET’S GO” and I got on a little glider thing and flew up through the clouds to what I assume was either a museum or a library that happened to be at a really high elevation. So I was wandering around this big semi-destroyed building digging through the rubble, but then something went terribly wrong and everything started collapsing and I ended up running for my life carrying this one tiny 19th-century-looking miniature book and thinking I’m going to get squashed and die and also I’m holding this book too hard and it’s going to fall apart and the oils from my skin are degrading the paper.
In retrospect it was kind of an Indiana Jones meets Nausicaa of the Valley of the Winds thing, which is not a combination I was aware I wanted, but now that I think about it I want it I definitely want it.