Dreamed the library had a basement of unbound books

I'm walking down these stone stairs into a library basement and every shelf holds a book with no spine — just stacks of loose pages held together by gravity. I keep trying to bind one but my thread keeps turning into ivy, and the librarian just nods like that's the natural order of things. Woke up with my hands itching for a bone folder. That's the whole dream, but it's stuck with me all morning.