π±ββοΈI had a dream last night that Giles a) was real b) was still in his 40s and most importantly, c) owned a really beautiful indie bookstore. I wanted to hang out there a lot. It was in this really beautiful little city center shopping district area. Later in the dream, I discovered the whole district - the whole town, really - was embedded in a Disney resort. And I had to decide if I still loved it now that I knew it wasn’t actually indie.