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Conor (11/25/99):
The first night I had a dream
about the pope, he was very young but I knew he was the pope, he
was walking through a city between two rivers that was very green
almost like a garden, he was walking with a woman who was very
happy, the people of the green town were very happy and they
welcomed them with open arms.
The second dream the pope was older and walking through the town
between the rivers, but the area was less green and it looked
like it was surrounded by a desert. The woman was with him but
she looks sad, the people were not happy but they grudgingly
welcomed them.
The last dream the pope was old, the city was no longer green and
the rivers were brown with sediment. The woman was walking with
him but she was a spirit, the people were scornful and threw
stones. Finally the crowd lauched hot rocks at the pope and he
lay on the floor dying with blood in his mouth. The spirit of the
woman was crying beside him and the dark man in the crowd who
threw the first stone was smiling.
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