Whistleblowers and Dreams

We Never Made it to the Peach Cobbler, so I Just got a Photo by Sarah Brown on Unsplash

I had one of those kinds of dreams last night where

I was just dropped into it and so my first task was to identify my first task. I was in a restaurant, the name of which was in Cyrillic letters, and there was a young man on the other side of the table who looked vaguely familiar.