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IM-based assassination dream

Dreamed I was involved in an IM-based assassination, as one of the assassins. It wasn't that the assassination was coordinated via IM, it was that the assassin found the victim via IM, and went past and assassinated him. I was playing the assassin, and then I realized that I should move on from the scene of the crime because I was visible, and so I did; it was laid out like the road maps of home, with the site of the assassination being just after that tricky slope of uphill on Yankovich Road, and the assassin escaping down Miller Hill, except belatedly, belatedly, and so very visible. And then the place the assassination crew met up in was like the parking lot of the old Woodriver school, the one that got turned into school district offices because there was a new school and the screen name got changed to something that was almost admitting guilt and cruising around, except no one believed you could assassinate over the computer...

And then there was vacation in Alaska and driving around, except we got there after noon and there wasn't time to go on all the rides (one of the random lakes wound up with some sort of tourist trap) and then the next day was Sunday and everything was closed after noon. And the driving part was just looking at moving dots on a map.
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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