Dream 3

So last night I dreamed I was on a train platform, escaping from somewhere and attempting to run to the parking lot (of the train station?) and maybe a car. There were lots of people around me and they were all running and shouting and I didn’t know anyone except for a Russian assassin named Yuri. I’m assuming he was Russian because that’s all he spoke (yes, I dreamed in Russian and no, I could not understand him, I don’t know Russian). He had some kind of high power sniper rifle on his back (I couldn’t tell what kind) and we were running through the crowd, maybe taking enemy fire, while Sarah Brightman’s “Who Wants to Live Forever” played over the station speaker system. I think he got shot or something because I woke up screaming in my head, “OMG YURI!” and we never made it to the parking lot.