Meeting with Putin

[Paul Lange]

I had a dream last night. Nothing amazing, just interesting to me. This dream followed a different, possibly related dream that involved cryptology, symbols and numbers. As far as I can remember the key numbers that showed up were 3 and 2 and maybe 1 (not necessarily in that order). This was in the context of some hackers breaking codes and yelling out the numbers that appeared to a group of people behind the scenes inputting those numbers into something else. The codes were shown in a symbol like a group of squares overlaid on each other. Anyway, on to Putin.

I was in a parking lot and there was a seagull and a cat playing. They were very friendly with each other and I thought how interesting it was that neither was aggressive toward the other.

The seagull eventually turned into a larger bird, like maybe a large penguin (but it was still a seagull) and it was letting me pet it and scratch is belly.

This seagull had a ceramic/china dish, rectangular in shape. It was a little dirty like it had been buried.

I cleaned this "artifact" and it changed in color and showed a drawing on the inside, like a child's drawing of a sailing ship.

In the next scene, I was in a meeting room with a couple people I know, and we were meeting with Vladimir Putin. One of the other people had told him he would be interested in this artifact I had. I handed it to him, and in his hands it was no longer a drawing like a child would make, but was a precise schematic showing the layout of this "ship." It was still a sailing ship in presentation, but it showed all the rooms and compartments, etc.

He was very interested in this information and indicated it was one part of a puzzle he was trying to solve.

In this meeting room he opened some cabinets and they were filled with crystals and metaphysical stuff. He commented on how he likes amber and I talked about my Dragon pendent that has amber in it. At one point he talked about eating amber...

After all of this we were sitting at the conference table with Putin directly next to me. Somehow I had managed to spill my drink (or something) which was running all along the table edge and wrapping around to drip directly in Putin's lap. He very quietly had grabbed a towel to clean it up without saying a word. When I realized it, I apologized and was very impressed with the restraint he showed.

As I was waking up, I realized I could have been asking him all sorts of interesting questions, but it was too late, I was coming out of the dream.