dreamed I was back in Russia. knew I'd have to come home, soon, but dreaded the flight. stopped by an American-looking mailbox and began filling it with strange objects from a large valese (which I guess I'd been carrying with me). the cars on the street (I think maybe Sukorovskij street near where I used to live) were glass, and looked almost opaque in what light made it to them (thick clouds above). the objects from the valese may have been medical supplies.