Tower of Dreams

So the other night I dreamed I was in the Tower of Definitive Editions, a giant structure literally built from the definitive editions of every book ever written.  There was some kind of mechanism that would pluck the book that you wanted from the structure without either damaging the book or destabilizing the tower.  (Maybe it stuffed the hole with John Grisham novels or something.)

I woke up before my dream-self was able to develop this idea, but I’m still thinking about it. Maybe it can be an element in a story some day.