Back "Home" . . .

I dreamed I was in an outdoor area and a man who had black hair and a black mustache was crying and wailing "Romania" over and over again.  I deduced he must be homesick and I asked him why he didn't just go home and he told me he couldn't.  He'd been brought over here as a scientist and the people he was working for (the government I assume) wouldn't let  him leave.  So me and a friend (looked like my friend from the 'hood that I recently reconnected with) disguised the man and took $12,000 from our company (apparently we were co-workers).  We got tickets and flew the man to Bucharest.  While there I suggested I show my friend the country and advised her I wasn't leaving the country, I was staying in Romania.  At some point some young people came around and I recognized them as street thugs and knew they were trying to distract us so they could steal from us so I shut them out of the room.  The modest village we were in sported white buildings with red trim, though the colors were aged, and narrow stone streets as is prevalent in Romanian towns and villages.  The dream meandered meaningless for a few moments and I woke up.