Rough notes

Last night's dream had me in Berlin, attending some kind of political summit. The streets were filled with protestors carrying fake Uzis, and also robocop German police and British squaddies with real weapons. It was hard to tell the difference. We were making our way to a friend's flat when an older professional man approached us as if we were expected and gave us a pink personnel folder, then ran off. The folder seemed to be a military record, and had cryptic handwritten notes on the cover. Along the road, we saw others carrying the same personnel folders, and then squaddies with a megaphone calling out that anyone possessing a pink folder should immediately hand it over. People were queueing up to hand over their folders, but we made the decision to take ours to the protestor police. We were led to a squat and questioned when the folder became shiny and reflective, apparently a good sign, then released. Outside again, the city was now semi-destroyed with refugees wandering, but it was the start of something new and exciting.