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Dreamed some random stuff, wherein I was coming into the Great Hall at the same time as this guy named Loki (no red hair though) and we managed to strike complementary poses -- he and his group were doing it on purpose; I was doing it on purpose for myself but it happened to coordinate with them. And there was randomness about seeing a play or recital.

And then there was randomness that might have been the play or a movie, involving a woman running around and hiding, and they were examining the patterns of her hair to see if she would be a faithful ninja or a faithless one.
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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