Only in Dreams

Kelsey and I were in a large crypt-like-cave. At the bottom of the cave below in the darkness was a fountain of some sort. Instead of water coming out of it, every single book/manuscript/record ever written in the history of the world was bubbling out and piling up. It was building a mound so high that we couldn't see the bottom of the chamber. We were both standing on top of the mound and we had a native guide with us who was explaining what was happening. This place was a hidden, sacred place and we had only been admitted access due to our archeological cunningness. As the books kept piling up, I glanced down and saw a familiar one. A yellow hard-cover book titled The Laugh Book. I reached down and grabbed it to take home as a souvenir. Plus Kelsey didn't know any of the jokes in it so we would have a good time reading it together.