Last night, I
dreamed I was in Hades. Hades was a windowless library with infinite
stacks and poor lighting. There were dead people around, and one was
advised not to "listen" to them too much. But everyone eventually ends
up listening to the dead people, and their neverending litanies of
frustration, complaint, anger, despair.
One eventually realizes one is
dead, too, in the style of Pedro Páramo.