Every once in a great while I will have a strange dream that is just too good and too strange not to write about. Last night I dreamed that I had traveled to Russia with some kind of tour group. We were in St. Petersburg and I was paired up with some girl in the tour group. She was smoking hot and had the sexiest Russian accent. We were getting ready to tour this one building with the rest of the group and I realized I had left my camera back on the tour bus. I really needed my camera. I was standing there looking at all of the gleaming church spires and everything of St. Petersburg and thought I may never get here again, so I went back to the tour bus with this girl to grab my camera.
The tour bus was packed full of packages and luggage so I had to unload about half of it to find my camera. I finally find my camera and I set it on the ground beside me and repack the bus. I had a hard time getting everything back in there but I finally did it. I turned around to get my camera and it was gone. I start panicking and I see someone carrying away the empty box that is was in. I chase him down and say "That is mine. What are you doing with it?"
He identifies himself as a Russian KGB agent and he tells him in a thick Russian accent "The camera is long gone. It is worth very much money on the black market."
"How do I go about getting it back? That is my damn camera!"
About that time the KGB agent sees two guys walking down the street, and he yells something at them in Russian. They respond by pulling out two AK-47's and start shooting. Me and the girl dive to the ground and I shield her from the bullets by jumping on top of her. (She was hot and it is my dream. I should get to play the hero in my own dream.)
The KGB agent pulls out an AK-47 and returns fire killing both of them. The agent then takes off down the street, running towards a man dressed like Santa Claus. The Santa Claus had a long, flowing white beard and he was sitting in an ornate, shiny bright red sleigh filled with Christmas packages. The girl and I jumped up and ran after the agent.
Santa pulls out an AK-47 of his own and starts shooting and tries to take cover behind the sleigh. The girl and I once again dive for cover. After a brief firefight, our super agent quickly lays Santa Claus to waste and it is over.
The agent walks back to us and tells us that our camera is probably in a pawn shop near where Santa had left his sleigh. The black market for cameras such as mine is huge in Russia and bring big money on the black market. Me and the girl went in, quickly found my camera, and I claimed my camera. The girl and I quickly caught back up with the tour group. Just another day in the life of a Walter Mitty wanna be.
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