In a very clear and detailed dream, I was sitting at a cafe having a coffee.

The cafe was at the top of stairs in an old stone city center. At the bottom of the stairs was an old stone plaza with other buildings all around it. It reminded me of a Eurasian culture, not quite Asian, but not quite Russian. Somewhere like Kazakhstan. It was early morning.

As I sat there having coffee three men, who appeared to be more local, or at least very familiar with the place, stopped by because one of them, the leader, needed a certain pastry that was available only at that cafe. He got his pastry and the three men when down the stairs, across the plaza, and into an ancient temple.

Soon after, an older man came through like a detective. He was an American FBI agent and he was excited because he was following the three guys and the fact that the leader stopped for the pastry was the final proof that they were the guys he had been pursuing for a long time. The pastry confirmed that he was following the right guy.

The FBI agent went down the stairs and toward the Temple with the energy and attitude of excitement as his long pursuit was almost over.  However, out of the temple came another American agent, but not FBI; he was DEA. The DEA agent waved his arms at the FBI agent in a friendly warding off guesture, and approached the FBI agent to tell him that the pastry guy was not the bad guy, but someone else working with the DEA. While they were talking in the center of the plaza, I saw the three bad guys slip away unnoticed. The FBI agent was dejected, but polite and set to restarting his search.

As the dream ended I knew a huge mistake had just been made either by ignorance or corruption.