working for Putin

Back in Jan. I had a long, convoluted dream that ended in an industrial area under a highway overpass. My man and I were on a secret reconnaissance mission, working for some kind of underground rebel group. We'd been running for days and we were exhausted.

I got the impression that we were freedom fighters, the cause was good and lives needed saving- so the struggle was heroic. A contact was waiting for us in a big open industrial staging area under the freeway bridges - there were a few temporary buildings, lots of fencing and piles of different gravels. To the East a mountain of broken up concrete was piled up, bristling with ragged bits of rebar. He saw the contact first so he walked ahead to meet the man. It was Vladimir Putin. I don't know what they said to each other, but my body stiffened when I realized who it was we'd come to meet. I caught up to them, Putin turned to me and told me how proud they were to be working with my man, how he was the best in the field. I thought this was creepy, but it was all so confusing I just remained silent.

There was a noise. Without saying anything, we all three bolted in different directions. Putin disappeared behind a jumble of fencing off to the West. We made for the mountain of concrete, scrambling up and jumping from pile to pile. The mountain spread out following the path of the highway above us. We moved quickly, now astride each other a few hundred meters apart. Eventually the concrete pile ended high up above an empty freight train, coal cars backed up right to the edge of the pile. We jumped down into the first of these, the train began to roll and I woke up.