I dreamt that I was a witness to a duel. Maya was the other witness, I think. One of the duelists was my old friend from Cambridge, Massachusetts, Bill Lazonick. I do not remember who the other man was, but it is likely I did not know him. They were only a couple of paces apart. Their weapons were mounted on slim stands at chest level. In front of Bill there were two revolvers; in front of the other fellow there was a machine-gun. Both of them just stood there, matching every threatening movement, no matter how slight, with a countermove. It was obvious both duelists would die in a shoot-out. I woke up after watching the standoff for a fair while.