Dreamt that some Russian tough-guy became my mentor.
He introduced to me a book on how to be successful that was written by himself called “The 40” and I followed him around the airport - we were supposed to go on a trip to Russia together - where he went to steal a golden pen from then conned a guy at the airport book-store into paying for it by sitting down with him and sweet-talking.
At a small indoor amusement centre in the airport, I could remember a funny bed for toddlers that made a lot of noise and I was quite particular that the all the noise would bring attention from airport security.
The Russian guy killed two bad guys in front of me - one bad guy died in front of a photo showing his accomplishments - and then told me that I could still go on the trip without him as I was innocent.
My last scene with him was at that small indoor amusement centre where after killing the guy he asked me to play some children’s arcade machine with him.
The Russian man said he would be out of trouble in no time - and it was true. He was well-protected by the Russian government which had a lot of dirt on the countries of which the men he killed belonged to.
I somehow imagined myself arriving at the airport from my trip to Russia and passing through arrivals with no issue at all. Due to COVID-19, there was minimal physical security and I saw myself waiting at the airport’s landside area. It seemed to be cold and snowing outside the airport - I saw an arctic fox outside amidst in the snowy landscape - but when I walked out of the airport, the scene outside has changed to that of some amusement park with a medieval theme just across the river. That was supposed to be also operated by the airport.
I remember some cryptic advice he gave me in the dream. “Take up karate even before you become a policement” and shared that advice with somebody in the dream.
There were earlier dreams in my 5.5 hours of sleep but I can’t remember them much now.
One of them involved checking out of a hotel room with some people. There were some stacks of newsletters about Kim Jong Un and some other infamous people on the table that someone said were hard to get rid off. I also accidentally pulled out a small video cassette that was supposed to have a film clip of the Pravda from under the desk but was told that I should put the video casette back in the original place.
An earlier dream also involved being part of a military regiment that apparently had better weapons and training and we were supposed to be around so that other units could learn from us and replicate our success. Some person I knew in the military was exposed for some misdeed and I wondered what happened him in the end in the dream.