Dream

Last night I dreamt about a research project that you were carrying out. I was one of the participants together with former colleagues of mine from the Computer science department at *** University. We were all supposed to qualify as “information professionals”. You wanted us to look at and handle a rather substantial collection of printed bibliographies and classification systems. You said you wanted to find out if we showed any signs of particular appreciation when we were flicking through these old publications – if they “had something” that digital versions don’t have. It was all set up as an experiment. However, when we were to start our examination of the documents, which were gathered in a few rather big stacks, the stacks fell over and ended up in a mess on the floor; you then calmly explained that the experiment had to be postponed.