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I'm with Giulietta Masina in a restaurant and realize I'm dreaming. The dream becomes unstable for a second as I try to control it. Masina looks frightened, as if I am not supposed to have figured out that the dream is a farce. She says, “I am not prepared for this.” She didn’t expect me to “wake up.” Remarkably, I remember my earlier pledges to interrogate dream characters in my next lucid dream. I ask her “Who are you?” I get in her face and shake her and ask again, “Who are you?” Her face then changes to that of an old woman, a face that I do not recognize.