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The Star Wars rebels had just carried out some operation or other, and were dispersing, to re-convene in a safe place. I was Luke Skywalker, and was walking quickly, with this feeling of imminent doom/threat, through a parking lot. I assumed at first I was heading to my little one-man fighting ship to make a break for it, to escape someone like Darth Vader (as if this was ESB period SW) but found myself walking up a slope towards the house I (Bex) grew up in, where I could see a flame shooting into the sky. The house itself wasn't burning, but a woodpile stacked right next to the house on one side (where I don't reall there ever having been one) was. At this point I started to suspect what I would see and dread grew. As I drew close enough to see, I saw that it was indeed a funeral pyre, and that Darth Vader's wrapped form lay on top and was the one being consumed, but was far from gone; I 'knew' I'd muffed the job and he was probably about to rise up again due to that (and probably accuse me of botching the pyre job, to boot). Before that grisly Frankensteinian moment could happen, I turned to the right to enter the house; thought I'd heard my mother cough from inside the house. Was going to go see her. Then I woke up..
The Star Wars rebels had just carried out some operation or other, and were dispersing, to re-convene in a safe place. I was Luke Skywalker, and was walking quickly, with this feeling of imminent doom/threat, through a parking lot. I assumed at first I was heading to my little one-man fighting ship to make a break for it, to escape someone like Darth Vader (as if this was ESB period SW) but found myself walking up a slope towards the house I (Bex) grew up in, where I could see a flame shooting into the sky. The house itself wasn't burning, but a woodpile stacked right next to the house on one side (where I don't reall there ever having been one) was. At this point I started to suspect what I would see and dread grew. As I drew close enough to see, I saw that it was indeed a funeral pyre, and that Darth Vader's wrapped form lay on top and was the one being consumed, but was far from gone; I 'knew' I'd muffed the job and he was probably about to rise up again due to that (and probably accuse me of botching the pyre job, to boot). Before that grisly Frankensteinian moment could happen, I turned to the right to enter the house; thought I'd heard my mother cough from inside the house. Was going to go see her. Then I woke up..
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