Where have all the books gone?

I saw the most depressing thing today. Every once in a while, less than once a month, my mother and I go to visit a new library. Today; we decided to visit a few in the Riverside (city) system of branches. The first was cute, the second was disappointing, the third was terrible. We walk into this beautiful and fair sized building, the carpets are clean it's mostly quiet, and there's SO much room. There were 69 computers set up for public use in the adult section, there were computers set up in the children's section. On the opposite wall from the entrance was the Friends of the library books for sale thing. There was a television next to a bunch of chairs and couches, and another at the other end for the children. Both tv's were on. The only thing lacking in this library was books. The only books I saw were along the walls, in mostly empty book shelves. And on the about 5 book shelves in the children's section. It was more like an Internet cafe without coffee. There was no selection of books. How can it be called a library? Does NO ONE read anymore?
Generally I frown upon tv's in public to begin with. I don't like them to be in my restaurants, let alone fast food. Maybe a sports bar... otherwise; tv's belong at home. NOT in a LIBRARY. I'm a little upset. I had to leave before I cried. I have lots of opinions about this non-library, and it's connections to the deterioration of America. Don't even get me started on Online shopping; another experience I had the night before.
The fourth library we went to was beautiful. And the last library was ultra fancy and well used.

Scary Dreams Keep Me Awake

Last night I had the scariest dream ever. I thought I was too old for nightmares (not really, but I was hoping). Even when I have scary dreams; they don't usually wake me up and leave me paranoid that I feel like I need to sleep with a baseball bat or mag-light. I think it was so horrifying because the most evil came from someone who looked absolutely innocent and normal. Though the neighborhood was shady, and the other persons in the vicinity were shady; who'da thunk the terror would come from an almost middle aged white guy with a letterman's jacket and a  receding hair line. 

The dream itself started out iffy; I was at a 'friends' party in an upstairs apartment, and I was just there to be there to cultivate the friendship; I wasn't participating. As soon as one person threw up (yes I know that's gross), they shut the party down and had everyone head home. There was a creepy cop on the curb being creepy and looking evil (kinda like the bad guy from Terminator II). So I thought it in my best interest to take my time and linger behind until the masses were gone. By the time I got down to ground level; it was morning. My two guy friends (whom the apartment belonged to) were wondering around downstairs with a couple of girls that had also lingered to 'flirt'. I headed to my car which was parked at the curb, and the one guy spoke with me (I think it was just a bunch of goodbyes/see ya laters). There was a shady character hanging out by the corner of the building to the left of the lot that held the apartment I'd just come from. I decided I didn't like the look of him. And by this time; there was a general feeling of fear in the dream. I fumbled with my keys to attempt to unlock my door. The second guy friend then came and flipped up my jacket that I was wearing just draped over my shoulders. I turned and yelled at him and he ran around in the street like an immature high school boy. When i turned back the shady character was closer. I finally got my door open and when to get in; but I had bags of stuff; like suitcases, and duffel bags, on my front seats spilling over onto my drivers seat; so I moved one to the back and got in enough to shut the door. The shady guy was at my passengers window then, and he tried to break in the window with both of his fore fingers; just poke them in I guess with brunt force. After that didnt' work; I power locked all my doors and he went back to his corner. I tried to start my car then and was still moving things out of my way to drive when a guy with thinning hair; in a letterman's jacket came by and peaked in my windows. By now I'm terrified; but this guy doesn't pose a visual threat. Then he stops and tries the same poking maneuver the first guy tried. I'm flipping out by this point, and I am flinging my things in the back seat. The guy starts clawing and pushing at my window trying to get in; I'm struggling to get my car into gear to get out of there, hoping he doesn't try to hop on my hood or doesn't succeed at getting in before I can get away. My 'friends' were still running around and flirting; the creepy guy is just watching as this is happening; and I'm thinking; "I need to keep a boom boom stick with me." 

Then I woke up and am still thinking I should keep a club or a large dowel with me. I sit up in bed and think there's someone in my house as I listen to the creaks and noises that houses make. I just sit there for about half an hour trying to think what this could possibly mean, and wondering if I should get up to get a bat; or if that would let the person intruding in my house know where to find me. I was afraid to go back to sleep; for fear that the dream would continue and/or turn worse. 

That's what I remember of it; very very vividly. I think remembering it now: I had that internal fear again. Eek!