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I dreamed that I was exploring an abandoned town in Belarus during Winter.  As I walked down a snow-covered road, I even spotted a house which I recognized as the one where the guy from Bald and Bankrupt had found a man and his mother living in isolation in the Chernobyl zone.

I followed the road all the way to its end which was closed in narrowly by side-by-side buildings.  A few looked like they might even have been shops, and there were people moving about in the street.

As I approached the building at the end of the street, all of the people entered the buildings, as if it was just the time of day that everybody did that.  I followed some people into the end building and went up a couple of floors before I realized that I was in a residential building.

I went back down to the ground floor and entered the common area behind the stairs where there was an empty vending machine and several benches.  I sat down on a bench to rest and warm up a bit before continuing my journey.

I picked up a book somebody had left on the floor next to the bench and looked at the cover.  It looked like it was Christian literature.  A gray-bearded man sitting near me noticed me looking at the book and said something to me in Russian.  In very poor Russian, I replied, “net russkiy” (“No Russian”).

The man turned to another person and said in German, “He doesn't speak Russian.”

Recognizing a language I understood, I said in German, “I can speak German.  I'm an American."

We stood up and the bearded man beckoned me to follow.  I then found myself standing at the front of a room with the man and a few other people.  The room was filled with narrow tables arranged like in a classroom, with most of the seats occupied.  A few things were spoken in Russian, then the bearded man proceeded to shake hands with each person standing at the front of the room.  Another person was standing between me and the bearded man, but he reached past that person to shake my hand first as if to show to me a sign of respect.

Everybody sat except for one or two people and one proceeded to talk.  The speaker said something about needing to keep his scouts, and I figured he meant people assigned to watch the surrounding areas for danger.

While the man talked, I noticed a sheet of typed paper that had been taped along all of its edges to the table where I was sitting.  I'm not sure what the text was, but it looked like somebody had tried to draw the emblem of the Rebel Alliance from Star Wars on it.  I picked up a pen and tried to draw a better one.

I then woke up.

Throughout this wintry dream I had felt cold, but when I woke up, I was hot and sweating.