A while back on her Facebook, Wendy Pini said that Walt Disney had tapped into the archetype of a castle as "safety, home, well-being" (paraphrasing there) when he came up with the castle logo for his company. For me, in my dreams, the archetype of "safety, home, well-being" are bookstores.
I've had bookstores show up in my dreams for so long --as havens during those being-chased dreams, as goals in those wandering-around-doing-nothing dreams, as command centers during invasions -- that my mind has started to reuse some of them. If, in a dream, I'm heading to a book store, I can tell which one it, simply by the direction I'm heading.
Southwest? It's the book store that's in the huge basement of a house, and is bigger inside than out. The shelves seem to go on forever, and there's a good chance I'll spot titles I've read but no longer own at some point. I've also seen books by authors I know --but the books with their names on them don't exist.
North? It's the book store that's also a headshop with an old schoolyard merry-go-round on the roof. The headshop sells drugs that don't exist. The books are mostly romance and Firefox how-to guides.
Southeast? It's the book store that's conglomeration of local comic book shops and gaming stores -- all now closed -- that's the only place of business in a huge strip mall.
Northeast? The giant used bookstore that takes up part of a Montgomery Ward building, and is (in my dreams) literally right off the Fischer Freeway. The Montgomery Ward store will sometimes have other stuff for sale. I was chased by a Singing Mimi once, into the line at the K-mart-style candy counter.
Books still show up in my dreams at times, even if these book stores aren't in them. A few days ago I went to a yard sale, and was poking along the tables, when the man running it smiled at me and pointed to a cupboard at the back of the garage. "Books are in there," he said. I opened it, and there's a ton of children's Christmas books, fiction and non-fiction. I don't recognize any of them, and start to look through the other shelves. More books about Christmas, except for one.
C. J. Cherryh's Cyteen.
Illustrated by Phil Foglio.
I woke up at that point.