At some point I was maybe inside a slightly fictional version of The BP Library, there was a male patron there, and maybe I helped set up some tables and chairs and food; and then everyone was going to eat.
This was a school dream with some of my former classmates, we were at a school assembly, and it probably our senior year and was maybe near our graduation; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place at an international college (maybe a United Nations college), and I was a student at the college.
My math professor was a woman with light-color skin with curly medium-to-dark color hair, at some point I stopped going to her class and maybe even some or all of my other classes, I was doing good enough in college at the time but for some unknown reason I possibly seemed to be giving up.
A female agent helped me, that is all that my quick text notes said about this, but I assume that this woman had light-color skin and was possibly an intelligence agent (spy) but I can not remember.
I decided to start going back to class, the semester was probably close to over, and so I had a chance to pass all of my classes if I started attending class and continuing to do well enough.
When I returned to my math class my professor’s teaching had improved, I enjoyed her class, and I looked forward to attending the last of her classes for the semester.
After class I remember talking with various international students from different countries and backgrounds, and I talked to the female agent who had helped me.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream involved an apartment where one or more assumed Russian intelligence agents (spies) were living, and some intelligence agents from the country that they were in were investigating him / them.
I was with the intelligence agents doing the investigation so I assume that maybe I was an agent as well, but I am not sure.
The other two agents on the investigation were / was a woman with light-color skin with long maybe brown hair, and a man with light-color skin.
The focus seemed to be on one male assumed Russian agent who had light-color skin with short maybe brown hair who somewhat reminded me of a live action Niko Bellic from the video game Grand Theft Auto IV.
We followed his actions but we needed to see inside his apartment, and so at some point the three of us sneaked into his apartment.
To our surprise it looked like he had moved out (but we had not cleared the entire apartment yet), most of his stuff was gone and his hidden stash was gone, but then I noticed a computer monitor that was on and the screensaver had surveillance feeds from inside the apartment so we were possibly being captured on video so I warned the others and we were going to leave now but then we heard someone approaching from the back of the apartment in the areas that we had not cleared yet so we hid.
Several men with Eastern European accents entered the front of the apartment from the back like they were looking for us, the one who reminded me of Niko walked right over me and stood over me (I did not look up, but I assumed that he could see me), but he told the others that he did not see anyone oddly like he was going to help us.
I can not remember what happened, maybe when the others left the man told us that he would help us and betray the others, but I am not sure.
I just remember a strange video game-like thing that happened where me and the other two agents and two maybe Middle Eastern-like men were standing at the top of some steps looking below at the grass as two ancient opposing military forces were about to have a battle with ancient armor and weapons and even horses.
The two men helping us were going to betray their side, who looked like an ancient Middle Eastern army with green and gold armor, and the battle started and the betrayal helped our side win the battle.
The two men stood there looking somewhat sad and bad about betraying their side, but they felt that it was the right thing to do.
We thanked them, but then I woke up as the two men stood there staring at the battlefield and thinking about what had just happened.