On the morning of August 8th 2010 I woke from a bazaar dream. Awakened suddenly after a brief scene. A series of events. I recalled being in Vietnam with my family, mostly with my brother. In a hut on top of water. Outside there was a three person boat with two paddles to each side. That would take us to a café located outside Disney world.

While being at Disney world I remembered being chased by Russian agents. We literally ran around the area. And they cornered me at gunpoint. I asked them if I could remove my belongings. As I set down my phone, wallet, etc. A Russian behind me injected a syringe. Into the back of my neck, it was a small needle. I immediately felt dizzy unaware of what I had been injected with. I immediately broke loose and ran recklessly to the nearest café.

As I entered I screamed for help with my last few breaths. I told them to call emergency services and that I had been poisoned. I also kept telling them that I was CIA. They did call emergency, but no one came. I then found the will to survive and lived after a lady offered me a piece of pie. I was then stationed there. I then wanted to visit the doctor to have a blood sample of what I injected with. I never did.

The Russian guys came back and looked for me at the café. I flanked them around corners, hid under the table and fought them off.

My brother and I then rode the boat back and forth constantly me being on the first seat.

In a tent with three people I entered finding that my father was dying. He was smoking his last cigarette with a man beside him. I wanted to open the side so there could be light and the smoke could escape, but the man didn’t want that. I figured due to the cold weather outside compared to in the tent. I took a look at my father. His chest and belly sweating. His ribs and stomach are visible to the naked eye, in and out, in and out, it goes. As I left the tent, he passed away.

At the entrance of Disney world my brother decided to go to Disney world. Upon entering I was to the side while my brother made a phone call. I saw a gate with a sign claiming ‘videotape and camera prohibited’. I peeked through noticing military men doing jumping jacks in a row and column formation.
I pulled my camcorder out, started recording.

And this literally very theatrical scene happened where everything zoomed out from my position from satellite view up into space.
Then was when I woke immediately dazzled by this dream. Sweating.

Any help to what this could mean would be helpful!
Thanks in advance.

Have you read any books or seen any movies about secret agents recently?

Do you feel that people are keeping secrets in waking life?

Is your fathers still alive in waking life? What is/was your relationship with him like?