My wife and I (I don’t think I was me, or she was my actual wife), were going to a movie. We thought we were going to see a summer, big budget movie. We also thought we were at a theatre with luxury recliner seats. But when we got there, it was a cheap theater, and the movie was more an intellectual, academy award type movie. It was also super-crowded. A lot of tall people, and we had a hard time seeing the screen. I remember, in particular one really tall woman with a reddish afro hair-cut. But before the movie started, people started to clear out in just a way that cleared a path for us to see the screen. My wife started complaining for some reason, and I had to explain that it was a good thing. We sat next to an old man, he handed me a stack of books from the library, and said, “I think this should help you out”. I thumbed through the titles. They were all about celtic history in some way or another. When the movie was out, I left the books in the seat. On our way out, we ended up walking next to the old man. He had the stack of books. I asked him if he had finished them. He said he had. He said something else emphatically. Can’t remember what that was.