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Found myself in Russia (?) attempting to take a (mystical?) crystal and toss it into a volcano, which may have been meant to or perhaps would coincidentally trigger a disaster such as an eruption (not 100% clear).
I heard some security types discussing the matter, had the crystal in my possession, and walked calmly into a room, locking the entry door behind me. However, I was seen or otherwise noticed and people started to pursue me. Got the impression of two younger men and an older, more experienced one. One of the younger fellows asked the older one a query which was him asking how much of an emergency this was; the older replied that the situation wasn't that bad, yet. Partly due to his tense but not panicked reply, I got the impression that I probably wasn't going to fulfill my mission this time. Perhaps I'd simply been noticed too soon, while still too far from my objective.
I also was left with the impression that I was someone or something else's 'catspaw'. Not clear whether I was a dyed in the wool fanatic calmly prepared to trigger who-knows-what, or else literally bering 'used' like a puppet to attempt to carry out that mission. (Makes me wonder if the experienced guy recognized the situation and perhaps didn't want to automatically, say, shoot me down in cold blood as that would be wasteful, etc.).
I heard some security types discussing the matter, had the crystal in my possession, and walked calmly into a room, locking the entry door behind me. However, I was seen or otherwise noticed and people started to pursue me. Got the impression of two younger men and an older, more experienced one. One of the younger fellows asked the older one a query which was him asking how much of an emergency this was; the older replied that the situation wasn't that bad, yet. Partly due to his tense but not panicked reply, I got the impression that I probably wasn't going to fulfill my mission this time. Perhaps I'd simply been noticed too soon, while still too far from my objective.
I also was left with the impression that I was someone or something else's 'catspaw'. Not clear whether I was a dyed in the wool fanatic calmly prepared to trigger who-knows-what, or else literally bering 'used' like a puppet to attempt to carry out that mission. (Makes me wonder if the experienced guy recognized the situation and perhaps didn't want to automatically, say, shoot me down in cold blood as that would be wasteful, etc.).
