I dreamt that I murdered 'a man' of unknown identity. I was wanted by the law and I knew this. The knowledge brought me much stress as traversed an alternate version of Claremont California. The same in most instances albeit with a building or two added in a roaring twenties architectural fashion. A little filagree in the back and a little art deco up front . A detective ( I presumed) arraigned a meeting with me via telephone. This meeting was to occur in person at one of these aforementioned hotel lobbies. I had evaded a police manhunt in only the way you can in a dream, by blatantly sneaking around police forces ala snake from metal gear cardboard box style. I said my goodbyes as I knew I was going out with a swan song. To my surprise, swat was not awaiting me at the hotel. A man in a tan suit approached me from an ornate wood and gold elevator. I was escorted to a sedan along with a bald tanned man who wore a mongol style lone rope of braided hair . He was introduced as a 'vatican expert ' he would escort me to Italy. I would be meeting the Pope as I had murderer a man of importance to the Vatican church. I would not be punished as this man was not supposed to exist.  He was not to be revealed to the public and was to be kept a secret at all costs both in life and now in his death.