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Bizarre Dreams

I dreamed that I was an AU Honor Harrington who was actually an assassin trying to find some rebels or something. There was some conspiracy and I was after the big fish.

Then I dreamed that flimsy (a member of fandom who I don't know, we've just commented on some of the same posts) was the Secret Identity of my Evil Ex BJ, and he'd stayed logged in as the Secret Identity while sending an e-mail to a bunch of people that confirmed his Actual Identity, so the cat was out of the bag and my sleep-lagged brain was trying to figure out if using the e-mail's "block sender" in this case would block all LJ comments, or just him (I concluded it was OK for blocking just him while asleep, but after waking up confirmed it would block all LJ comments, so I'd need to ban him), and I was furthermore pissed that he'd managed to fool us, because in the dream, flimsy was actually a dorm-mate.

Note to dream-self: why are you on crack?
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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