The dream involved a castle that was converted into a museum in Venice, and centered around two spin-off monastic orders who had been feuding for over a millennia, perhaps the Rosicrucians and the Templars. (This is probably from the Eco book that I had been reading, and partially also from the Iconography of Hell, which I also just finished).

Anyway, it wasn't really apparent in the dream what the rivalry was about, though my brain assigned the plot of the first group being religious Luddites, who believed that modern theology was leading away from the sort of God-fearing, man as cowering wretch, Calvinistic sort of world view, and the second group being a Progressive sort of sect, who sponsored study of old texts and artifacts to refine religious dogma. First group: study and introspection self defeating; second group: they are essential.

The character whose eyes I am seeing through, some kind of graduate student in medieval European studies or something that would mean that he would know a bit about these two orders.

Now, these two orders are self-perpetuating from within. The Rosicrucian one is centered in Vienna, and runs a very small private school there, a college of theological and medieval studies, in outward appearance. In reality, it is their order's center, and where they school and train the ones who are to replace them. Perhaps two or three hundred students study there, and perhaps one or two dozen of those are actually Rosicrucian neophytes, studying alongside the other students, but with their secret goal being ordination to the Rosicrucian knighthood. When entering the school, which is a very select university indeed, none of the students know anything about this knighthood, and most of them leave knowing nothing. But, the students are scrutinized carefully, and the most gifted, devoted, and driven students are contacted by letter, informed of the existence of the organization, and are informed of tasks which they must complete for the order. (This is all done by unsigned letter, as only a very few of the faculty are Rosicrucian knights, and it would be undesirable for the neophyte, untested and untrusted, to know who was a member of this group.)

So, there are a select few students at this university who, without any face-to-face contact with either other neophytes or knights, are performing tasks for the order and learning the history, theology, and other knowledges and skills in preparation for their eventual ordination.

One of the important characters in this story is a neophyte, sort of. I am not certain how, but he manages to acquire the vocational letters of a fellow student, whom the knights intend to become a neophyte, before the rightful recipient can read them, and takes his place. (This character is a subsidiary, though important at the climax, villain.) An extremely intelligent and gifted student of history, he has pieced together in his studies the essentials of the history of the Rosicrucians, and the true purpose of the university in which he is studying, and the existence of the neophytes among the student body. He knows that he himself would be judged undesirable for investiture in this knighthood, so he resolves to identify a freshman who most exemplifies the tenets of the order (i.e. the most likely next neophyte candidate), acquire access to the mail room, and peruse his mail looking for the vocational welcome letter and first assignment. Then, when he faithfully carries out the tasks outlined within, the Rosicrucian hierarchy would be so impressed with both his ability to uncover the continued existence of the order (which no one else has ever done), and his successful completion of the vocational tasks, that they will reassess their decision in his case and make him a neophyte, the first step to knighthood.

So, the events which the story centers around (the characters backgrounds were all devised after I woke up) all take place in this castle/museum, which is an artifact of the Venetian city-state and dates from the tenth century or so. This museum is the repository for many original documents important to Christianity (early drafts of Gospels, third party accounts on the historicity of Christ, and supposedly genuine blessed relics (think Shroud of Turin)).

The Rosicrucian neophyte's task is to evacuate the museum (a bomb threat or a fire alarm will do this nicely), to steal, and to destroy these artifacts. The Templar's, who know of this, have sent a knight to prevent the destruction of the relics and documents. (Though the Rosicrucian neophyte doesn't know this, two Rosicrucian knights have been sent as well, as the hierarchy doesn't trust a neophyte to carry this out. When their chosen neophyte (whose letters were stolen) is seen to be in class that day, the hierarchy is not overly surprised, as vocation is turned down from time to time and inaction is the signal to the knighthood that the would-be neophyte doesn't desire what has been offered.) A Templar neophyte (the character whose eyes I saw through) has also been sent along.

Anyway, I get the sense that the Templar neophyte, the "I" character, was also a mistake, not intended for the task. How he got it instead of the real neophyte isn't clear in my mind, I think that perhaps he was a friend of the real chosen person, who accidentally hinted that he was going to this museum, and this guy tagged along without his knowing. And then the real neophyte was removed from the scene by the Rosicrucian, perhaps shot or otherwise killed. (This is by far the weakest part of the story, I know. It just wasn't something that I worried about while I was dreaming, since this character was me.)

So, the I character is in some sort of position in which he sees the bomb call or fake fire alarm instigated, probably while looking for his friend after whom he has tagged along, who is in none of the open-to-the-public areas of the castle. Which is why he doesn't clear out with the rest of the hoi polloi.

So, the I character is around for the encounters between the Rosicrucians and the Templars. I think that through conversations overheard while skulking around in the now deserted (except for the Rosicrucian and Templar knights) museum that he pieces together a bit of what is being planned, and why exactly it is that his friend is nowhere to be seen.

I hadn't exactly figured out why while I was dreaming, but the Templars manage to dispatch both Rosicrucian knights, and then leave. They don't worry about the neophyte Rosicrucian who ought to be there as well, their informants have told them that no one matching the description of the Rosicrucian neophyte has entered the museum today. (Neither side knows of the Rosicrucian hopeful, or that he knows what is going on.)

So, the Templars beat feet and get out of there; their job is done.

Ah hah, but that's not all of the Rosicrucians, now is it? There is one more, the hopeful, who is going to carry out the mission which the knights have failed at.

And the only person left to stand in his way is the I character, the Templar neophyte of circumstance against the Rosicrucian neophyte by deceit.

Anyway, all that my dream actually dealt with after this point was the climax. (Hey, it was ten minutes to my alarm, I am certain that my unconscious knew it was on a tight deadline here, so it better cut to the chase.) The I character winds up tracking down the Rosicrucian neophyte character through the castle, and finally catches up to within sight of him. The only problem is that he sees him through a tower window, while he himself is standing on a battlement. He lines up a shot (he picked up a pistol somewhere, probably off of one of the Rosicrucian knights bodies, or maybe he found his friends body, and got it from him), squeezes the trigger, and shoots wide. The Rosicrucian spins around, artifacts in one hand, nine millimeter in the other. His speed of draw and bead make it obvious that he, unlike the I character, is actually a practiced shot. The characters are perhaps a dozen or a score yards apart. His shot is likely to be fatal, my shot an unsure chance.

A bit cocky at his superior position (at the Vienna school, he, though not a chosen neophyte, has been trained body and mind. He is also flushed with his imminent success at his stolen vocational task, soon to be named a knight errant. He (rightly) assesses the situation as being decidedly in his favor), he begins a longish monologue about the futility of the Templar's opposition to the Rosicrucians, the gist of which is that the Templars are defending a very finite store of knowledge and relics against a self-perpetuating enemy which will not weary in the eventual accomplishment of their goals, and will chip away gradually at an irreplaceable cache which the Templars defend. One can defend and endure a thousand years, but once that thing is destroyed, it is destroyed not for a thousand or ten thousand years, but forever. (Very Abner Doonesque "power to destroy is ultimately greater than the power to build and maintain.")

He tells me to put down my gun on the floor, which I do. Then he tells me to put both my hands in the air. Expertly he puts two hollow point slugs in my right hand. The damage is catastrophic, with skilled orthopedic surgery the hand may be usable in a year, clumsily.

He turns to leave.

My character levels the pistol at his back, and fires four rounds rapidly, two of which connect solidly with his back. He drops to the ground, out of sight below the window sill.

The I character is left handed.

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I was in some sort of weird television competition show...

The goal of the game was to search stuff from Google and then select the path to the next room based on the answer. Wrong answer led to either dead end or harder problem.

Google's main page had changed, too... the background was light grey, logo was "GOOGLE" with narrow sans serif (Helvetica???), and it had lighter-grey gears next to the logo. The search form was part of the logo image. Still light and neat, though.

I ran into one problem. Basically, this time the correct answer was either 180 or 181, but the catch was that there were four doors, two for each answer. I looked up the answer, it was 180. The other door was dead end, so I went to the other.

Tricky problem followed.

The room was full of orphan children, some humans, some furries and even Pokémons! The goal was to find substitute mothers for the orphans with the search engine.

I thought the problem was fairly tricky, so I decided to rest a bit. Some other contestants came to the room. One lion-furry dressed in kimono poured gasoline on himself, to clean himself I suppose, and every fire Pokémon decided to go further away so that there would not be accidents!

I looked down and saw a Vulpix cub (colored pale red). I talked to it ("Vulpix vulpix vulpix, vulpix vulpix?") and the discussion seemed pretty straightforward but no one who looked at us couldn't tell what we were talking of =)

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