I dreamed about a woman who had a set of priceless figurines that contained a secret. I followed their journey as they were stolen and smuggled throughout history and met the people who were trying to protect them. Turns out the figurines are linked to people, each a protector of Earth, or something, they're immortal unless their figurines are somehow destroyed. I'm scouted by the government... but I'm pretty sure all the members of "the government" are SHIELD agents.... which I'm not complaining about. I have a partner, who is male but I can't remember if I know who he is in real life... it might have been Jeremy Renner? aka Hawkeye... again, not complaining.

Follow some ancient train track in China to a cave.
... I think I actually end up fighting a dragon at some point??? Nvm.
We escape the cave and block it up behind us. My perceptions of scale are wildly distorted, or the world is distorted as we come out of the cave. Bottom Line mission accomplished.

I wake up and go back to sleep. Life continues as normal, but "normal life" is considerably more stereotypically Asian that it ever has been or will be. Something important happens like some sort of magic ritual or something... i'm pretty sure we're a witch family. We're at some family friend's Asian Tea House/Apothecary (witch homebase) when I get the call again. Only I'm supposed to recruit one other person and I'm just supposed to know who it is. And I do, because I'm awesome. It's my friend. (lel Bola...)

We're in the Gov car trying to figure out what to bring and what to leave behind before we get flown to some obscure part of Canada... Even though it's warm and sunny outside of the car, my mind remembers its snowing in real life and I think about how cold its going to be in Canada and I'm super excited by the awesome gear I'm sure we're going to get.
I'm embarrassed at the copious amount of receipts I pull out in front of Phil aka Agent Coulson... i just look at him and shrug "finances". We're just about done when I wake up.

**There was a lot more to the dream but those are pretty personal and pretty unrelated to the story line so...**

I wake up distinctly disappointed that I won't be able to carry out my bad ass mission, whatever it's going to be. And strangely enough, disappointed that my chances of dying doing some awesome thing has been greatly decreased.

As usual.... I've slept past most of my alarms. And I won't be sleeping tonight.