I woke from a dream that was essentially an SF crime thriller. We were all living in a new colony on another planet, when an eccentric acquaintance of mine who became obsessed with some historical documents about my family that I had lying around seemingly committed suicide… I began to suspect it was murder and tied into something really big and awful. But no one wanted to hear about it. I managed to find his iPad and was hoping to discover some information about what he knew or what he thought he knew…
…and then I woke up. Damnit. Now I’ll never know why he was murdered.
Probably some government conspiracy or other. Maybe he found out the hopeful new colony was doomed from the start and the government knew that and did nothing. That would be so clichéd, though. And so unsurprising. I mean that’s what happens in the real world in the present all the time…