Dreams and Memories

I woke at 4:30 in the morning today, with the dream of a friend who'd passed still fresh in my head. I'm going to the Library of Congress today, to register myself as a reseacher. Apparently I need to proclaim myself as this in order to view things that they have. A collection of memories in the form of the written word. I feel myself to be more curious than anything, and would prefer to register myself as something other than a researcher, but there's not that option. Very typical in the American government system, that they pre-emptively define the parameters for you, then let you choose to accept those parameters or not.