Dreamt that we had blasted our way free of an Imperial spaceport and, on our way to orbit, we broadcast a message to our allies, telling them where we would meet them. The enemy launched a large, combat-ready spaceship to chase us down and issued their own communication, directly to us. “You fools! You may have escaped, but now we know exactly where you’re going!”
“No,” I responded, “What I did was make you trajectory and travel path predictable.” And we opened fire from where we were hiding in the clouds. Our laser cannon shots were precisely on target, destroying the bridge of the pursuit craft, which crashed back to the planet surface.