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I dreamed that I was wandering around with
grauwulf and my brother (of all people...) and we went to see my grandparents in Arlington Cemetery. And we had to check in at the gate, where they gave us a little slip of paper with block and row number so we could find where we were going, which was much closer than I remembered. And instead of the rows of back-to-back tombstones with grass growing all over them, there was effectively a giant stone set of archival shelving units sitting out where there used to be lawn, and a couple of little urns and a pair of rubber death masks-- roman tradition, hallowe'en store materials, badly done-- just sitting on a shelf. And hordes of about third-grade age tourists milling around, unable to keep their hands to themselves and picking up people's ancestors.
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