Not necessarily. They are often quite random, are they not?
[God he feels much too groggy to deal with this right now. His reply comes slow, due to his having to retype it three times to spell properly. He's still not used to this thing.]
Even if the dream itself is nothing more than just a strange and incredibly vague nightmare, Naomi can pick out just a hint of familiarity between this peaceful murder scene before her and own her life. FoxDie anyone?
Not that she'd ever bring that up or even hint to such a hidden thing in her past, of course, so once the vision fades, she shares one of her usual sweet smiles to Cesare.]
[At least Cesare is man enough to take his silly little nightmares with ease. Some men in this world just fret and panic over ever single thing broadcast over the network, no matter how random or completely senseless it is.]
Happy to see you again, [she says warmly. And it's true, for the most part.]
Just taking some time to lounge comfortably at home before work.
[He stifles a yawn and gets comfortable on the pillow again, not looking the least bit bothered by the dream itself. There is simply the forgivable annoyance at having his dream shared with everyone else.]
[Cesare laughs, stops, then laughs again. For some reason that is about the funniest thing he has heard in a month. He sighs when he's finally done and you can almost hear the grin in his voice.]
Sorry to say they are never that interesting. It was just a dream, nothing like that happened.
The name that appears on the caller ID is one that Cesare may find familiar... if he had paid attention to beautiful Dr. Naomi's surname. The Dreamberry's caller ID, or name-label for those who don't quite grasp the luxuries of modern technology, says simply, Inspector Javert. No Christian name given. It would be no small wonder if the petty criminals of Somarium assumed that this fierce and calm individual had no first name, or that he was named straight from the womb as 'Inspector.'
Either way, like some men are priests, Inspector Javert is a police man. The face that greets Cesare is dark-skinned, darker than most Spaniards and recognizable as an off-color race - a gypsy, perhaps. It is a cold and aloof, yet strangely respectful face, a blink of hawkish suspicion in his eye. His thin lips pull taut, as if preparing for an imminent grimace.
He examines Cesare closely. He asks abruptly, with just enough caution,]
Are you a man of the cloth, as your dream says? Such men are rare
[At first he might mistake the man for a Spaniard, his mother's heritage and a place where he spent much of his time studying for the priesthood. But he sees this is likely not the Spanish of his ancestry but something else. He does not recognize the name immediately but after a few moments he realizes where he has seen it before.]
I am a cleric, signore, a member of the college of Cardinals in the Vatican.
Or I was.
[And this would be just a little awkward if Cesare weren't the arrogant self-assured man that he was. So instead he gives the Inspector a warm and friendly smile.]
Javert, [the imposing, heavily whiskered man says in his customary quick, abrupt manner.] We have not yet met. I am a police Inspector of this city.
[There is not even a remote inkling of suspicion about any prior relations between this clergyman, this cleric, and his wife. He respectfully bows through the feed, hat swept into hand.
Javert, a simple and noble sort of savage at heart, has learned through extensive observation experience that men and women of the church are worthy of the highest respect, despite his own dim and unformed belief in a higher being. They are moral and law-abiding characters of authority, after all, and Javert is but a lowly law enforcement official.]
You will excuse my prying, Monseigneur, but it is my duty to do so, [Javert continues calmly, an almost misplaced note of humbleness in that solid voice.] Your dream is... disturbing for a clergyman. Sinful, rather. It caught my attention.
[Normally such respect shown to him merely for his undesired position in the Church rankles but here, it is all he has. And so he will take all of the power it lends him for now, until he can make something more of himself.
And just like that a lovely plot begins to plan and plant itself in his mind. This man, the Inspector of the City? If he can use this man's evident respect for clergy as well as his growing relationship with the Inspector's wife, he might just be able to affect himself some political power yet.]
Oh I agree, it is attention gathering but we must remember it is simply a dream. Such sin may weigh on the mind and God may judge us for our sinful thoughts, but pray we are not punished until it is an actual trespass we commit.
I have told no other this but you, Inspector, I will admit that I believe it has something to do with an incident that happened a few years ago. One of my fellow Cardinals was poisoned and the culprit fled to France.
[Which is... almost how it happened. It's close enough to the truth to be told
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[God he feels much too groggy to deal with this right now. His reply comes slow, due to his having to retype it three times to spell properly. He's still not used to this thing.]
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It was just a dream. I did not poison a church full of worshipers.
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Simply a strange dream, nothing to get upset over.
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Even if the dream itself is nothing more than just a strange and incredibly vague nightmare, Naomi can pick out just a hint of familiarity between this peaceful murder scene before her and own her life. FoxDie anyone?
Not that she'd ever bring that up or even hint to such a hidden thing in her past, of course, so once the vision fades, she shares one of her usual sweet smiles to Cesare.]
Good morning, Your Eminence. Rough night?
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[He leans up on his elbow and looks down to catch her smile on the Dreamberry screen.]
Simply a bizarre dream, it has little meaning.
How are you this morning?
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Happy to see you again, [she says warmly. And it's true, for the most part.]
Just taking some time to lounge comfortably at home before work.
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Tell me about your work.
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[Cesare laughs, stops, then laughs again. For some reason that is about the funniest thing he has heard in a month. He sighs when he's finally done and you can almost hear the grin in his voice.]
Sorry to say they are never that interesting. It was just a dream, nothing like that happened.
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The name that appears on the caller ID is one that Cesare may find familiar... if he had paid attention to beautiful Dr. Naomi's surname. The Dreamberry's caller ID, or name-label for those who don't quite grasp the luxuries of modern technology, says simply, Inspector Javert. No Christian name given. It would be no small wonder if the petty criminals of Somarium assumed that this fierce and calm individual had no first name, or that he was named straight from the womb as 'Inspector.'
Either way, like some men are priests, Inspector Javert is a police man. The face that greets Cesare is dark-skinned, darker than most Spaniards and recognizable as an off-color race - a gypsy, perhaps. It is a cold and aloof, yet strangely respectful face, a blink of hawkish suspicion in his eye. His thin lips pull taut, as if preparing for an imminent grimace.
He examines Cesare closely. He asks abruptly, with just enough caution,]
Are you a man of the cloth, as your dream says? Such men are rare
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I am a cleric, signore, a member of the college of Cardinals in the Vatican.
Or I was.
[And this would be just a little awkward if Cesare weren't the arrogant self-assured man that he was. So instead he gives the Inspector a warm and friendly smile.]
To whom do I have the pleasure?
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[There is not even a remote inkling of suspicion about any prior relations between this clergyman, this cleric, and his wife. He respectfully bows through the feed, hat swept into hand.
Javert, a simple and noble sort of savage at heart, has learned through extensive observation experience that men and women of the church are worthy of the highest respect, despite his own dim and unformed belief in a higher being. They are moral and law-abiding characters of authority, after all, and Javert is but a lowly law enforcement official.]
You will excuse my prying, Monseigneur, but it is my duty to do so, [Javert continues calmly, an almost misplaced note of humbleness in that solid voice.] Your dream is... disturbing for a clergyman. Sinful, rather. It caught my attention.
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And just like that a lovely plot begins to plan and plant itself in his mind. This man, the Inspector of the City? If he can use this man's evident respect for clergy as well as his growing relationship with the Inspector's wife, he might just be able to affect himself some political power yet.]
Oh I agree, it is attention gathering but we must remember it is simply a dream. Such sin may weigh on the mind and God may judge us for our sinful thoughts, but pray we are not punished until it is an actual trespass we commit.
I have told no other this but you, Inspector, I will admit that I believe it has something to do with an incident that happened a few years ago. One of my fellow Cardinals was poisoned and the culprit fled to France.
[Which is... almost how it happened. It's close enough to the truth to be told ( ... )
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