library of intimacy

last night i had the most interesting dream. i was in a university library, wandering around from floor to floor. i was in the basement, just wandering, then i went upstairs to some other floor. then, for some reason i went back to the basement. i passed a small, dark room, and near the door, i saw, on a shelf, a photo album with photographs of my dad when he was in his 20s or 30s. so i stopped and walked into the poorly lit room. my older brother sat on a wooden chair and smiled at me, like he was expecting me. he proceeded to show me the shelves full of photo albums and scrapbooks from him, my parents and my sister. they all gave these books to the library. i remember thinking that they were giving up such personal things for the general public to be viewing. i then pulled off a scrapbook of a woman i didn't know. in it, she had diary pages with forms she had to fill out for her driver's test. there were two sets of forms, which implied that she failed her test the first time. i didn't read her hand-written diary pages, because i felt it was an intrusion.