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I am in Italy, at a mall. In a small auditorium to the side, a stage has been set up. A kindly old gentleman in clericals mounts the stage. His weathered and a reddened face cracks into a smile. His circular glasses fall down and rest on the tip of his nose.

"I have been the subject of almost universal dismissal," he says, then cracks a mischievous grin. "It gives my great joy."

Suddenly he jerks back and collapses on the floor. A pool of blood forms under his head. I do not understand what I am seeing. Then a reporter cries out: "The pope has been shot!"

A wave of humanity surges forward like the contraction of some huge muscles. I find myseld behind the pope, as his wife (that's a dreamsign there, if there ever was one) rushes to his corpse. Somone pulls her back and she collapses on the stairs of the podium and weeps. I walk down the stairs as the pope's still form is carried by.

I am crying too. I am distraught, shocked, angry. I had loved the old pope, in my own way, the sort of love that one can give to someone you never meet but admire, the love only a non-Catholic would be able to provide. The pope was kind and compassionate. He was the kind of person who looked out for the people that society had forgotten about. He rejected all the splendid trappings of his office, and went around in his own car, and ate in the cafeteria line with his servants.

I am angry that someone would want to harm such a loving man. I stomp away. At the entrance to the mall there are some rough looking Italian teenage boys. They fall in line with me and we exit the mall.

Outside all is quiet. We look around and see people relaxing on benches, poking around on their phones. As if they hadn't a care in the world.

"They don't know," one of my companions says.
This girl looks up from her phone and sees us.
"The pope has been shot," she says, as if she's announcing the title of the newest Lady Gaga album.
"Or don't care," I add.

We stomp around, angry, looking at expensive cars.

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My Friend introduces me to some shady characters whose leader lives in a place called the Den. My friend gets in trouble with them, while I become part of the inner circle. They want me to go to the Den, but I am frightened. Finally they decide to send me home to await their orders.

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Something about being an ambassador to another country, whose monarch I slap, an unforgivable act. My queen gives me a profound speech, but I forget everything she said.

Not very good recall these past two nights. Perhaps I'll shut my window, see if that helps. Also I'm upping my reality checks. I have the finger through hand, the pinched nose, and the mirror, and I'll be adding blue sky, looking at a clock, and an "A" on my hand. I'm using the MILD technique. Fell asleep chanting "I'll have a lucid dream tonight" last night.

I see a mountain top with a tower built sloping outward as it rises, so that the whole thing looks vaguely like a natural hourglass. A blimp is tethered to the tower. Something vaguely steampunk about it, I can't say what. I'm sitting somewhere looking at this scene wondering where the people I want are. William Shatner says he just loves the touch of a good woman. Creep.

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A dream about being in a car while someone is jump starting it. I give a thumbs up as all the interior lights come on.

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Something about a rodent in disguise.

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I am looking out over the sea at night. A dark headlight glitters with the lights of a city to my right, a city on a promontory. In the middle of the scene breakers slam against a shore. The dream shifts to me looking for a reproduction of a certain Dr. Who episode. Tom Baker, the fourth Doctor, swims in my vision briefly and then disappears. I'm searching a fancy room with large white pillars and yellow wallpaper and a nice wooden floor. Dream shifts again... a book opens and a fairy is sprinkling dust on a red-headed man in armor.

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My mother and I are running through all these secret passages. We open a trapdoor and find ourselves in a rest room. A man in a black suit and fancy shoes is in a stall. I don't want him to see us, so we retreat back down into the secret passageway and close the trapdoor and wait for him to leave.

Technologies I want to explore with lucid dreaming:

1. Using lucid dreaming in conjunction with thermogenesis to keep a sleeping practitioner warm
2. Using lucid dreaming for physical healing/ place of energy in certain body parts
3. Creating a dream library to readily store information/ memories
4. Breaking down the dream/awake barrier so that dream imagery could become visible in waking life
5. Shared dreaming/ dreamspace
6. Dream telepathy
7. Induce synesthesia
8. Learn echolocation