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Dreams: Things burning.

I crashed out early-ish for me, and declined to read the third Keeper book because it was too late.

Of course, then idiot me failed to activate the alarm clock.

So I dreamed, all night, of things burning.

Well, it didn't start out that way. There was this funeral? Something? and I was there, and I was being quiet out in the garden... And then Darkside showed up, and I was riding with him, and his father was doing serious backseat driving. We went to a little shop and there was an argument with the person running it over stuff.

But before that, there was some sort of School for the Gifted, and machines that we would plug into, and how the machines could make anything, and we had them making pizza. It was cross between xd38 and joinmycult in organized form and the Brainspa (link will be offtopic in a week or less) and then stuff happened and we left. I got the impression of hordes with torches somewhere down the road.

The argument with the shopkeeper was over what had been ordered, and I was trying to stay out of it. Darkside's car was new and shiny, but this was evidently plates put over the old one, and that figured in the argument that he and his father were having.

Then there was a jumble sale at Hogwarts, and I was looking over the nail polish (freaky nail polish, of course) and cool things of the sort that appeal to kind of raver/goth teenage types, and I was going over my budget, and I had almost decided on something when we got the news that Hogwarts was on fire, and we were to all immediately go in and help retrieve stuff for evacuation before it was too late.

I stayed out, looking over the nail polish.

People went in, and came back out, and suddenly there was a great hue and cry, and Dumbledore was ordering everyone back NOW! and Hogwarts was definitively on fire.

I sat down and started to cry.

We were supposed to all grab what stuff we had and start walking, then, as fast as we reasonably could, down the road, towards safety of some kind. The road was wooded (it seemed to be a road near my virtual grandma's, and Hogwarts had been where her house was, and the jumble sale in or near the chicken house) and I was worried about safety. There were cats about, and they were heading off with the great herd of students.

Then I woke up.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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