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Dream: Precious/Anakin/Padme

Dreamed a sort of weird Harry Potter universe, where I think I was either a neutral observer or Hermione. There was slash going on. theferrett was in charge of a very, very weird Weasley House, with a bunch of very odd and silly House Rules. They were sensible and charming in context.

Then I was going somewhere to do something, and ran across my Pretty (who had mid-back hair, for whatever reason, and another girlfriend as well as me) and said hi. Then there was library stuff, and I went onto this island that was a community center with her.

There was this young man there, and he had something and was trying to make it work, and it was a Force-rod from his racer, but it was a dangerous one, but it had become precious to him, and he was trying to use the power of it, but it was going all wrong, and finally, in trying to contain it, he became badly injured. 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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