June 2012

I was at my grandmother's house. We had an ukrainian servant, he was an ilegal immigrant.
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At some point there was a knock on the door. Me and my grandmother opened. There was a large man wearing a cream raincoat, he looked like Dolph Lundgren. He was a russian agent accompanied by two smaller guys wearing darker raincoats. He was looking for an escaped ukrainian man. I tried to avoid looking in the direction our servant was hiding so to disguise my nervousness. The main agent looked at me with a grim smile as I told him I wasn't aware of any escaped ukrainian man. Obviously he knew I was lying. He was also aware I didn't invite him to enter, so it was a tense situation.
At some point he passed some object to my hand. I didn't dare looking at it, I instinctively knew it was some dreadful object. He then left and I woke up with a feeling of terror.
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I felt relieved it was a dream.
It was funny that Dolph Lundgren was there.