This one was also from the second half of February, 2005.
The dream started out with me wandering around at some kind of county fair in Russia. I knew that I was on some kind of secret mission, but I couldn't remember what it was. Then a Russian police officer stopped me and asked me my name. I told him my real name because I couldn't remember if I was using a psuedonym. He asked me to pronounce it again, then asked if I was a foreigner. I told him no, and he arrested me. I was kept in a holding cell for several hours, then some guards came in and started questioning me. When I wouldn't talk, they decided to try more forceful means of persuasion. This is where it gets weird. They tied me up, and were going to lower me into a vat of dill pickle juice and leave me there for a couple of days. I was thinking that it didn't really matter what they did to me -- I wouldn't be able to answer any of their questions because I couldn't remember anything. I woke up while they were still tying the ropes.
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I would say that is the epitome of being in a pickle.
I wish I had Russian dreams. Lucky.
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