Yet Another Dreadful Family Story

Richard was doing his darndest to delete Julian and her life from his life, but it just wasn't working. He didn't quite know what else to do. He could go to the firemen, of course, and dob her in to them. They would shoot round to her house and discover all the hiding places for her books and then make a public bonfire of them in the street. Julian had been in secret discussion with Montag, though, and knew of the Book People. She had even been there once and been introduced to Wuthering Heights and Macbeth. She was personally torn between Alice In Wonderland and The House of Mirth. Pooh was in there as well.

When Julian was just a little, itty bitty girl she had had a dream. A nightmare. In the dream, her mother came into her bedroom and headed straight for the bookcase. She systematically began to remove the beloved books and to rip them apart.
"Not my books, anything, but not my books!" Julian had cried out.
The real mother came into the room to see what all the noise was about. You see, Julian really had cried out and the mother had heard.

Mum thought the dream funny and didn't take much notice of it.
History in the making?