It was a late afterparty with some close friends of mine. The buses no longer ran so the last 5 of us slept at the host's sofa and floor (a smallish apartment). I dreamt that us, the 6 of us were agents on a secret mission in the USSR, don't remember the details though there were a lot of them. I sort of almost woke up when someone made a noise and laid there for an hour or so (or so it felt) still believing the dream was true. It felt extremely odd as modern reality slowly dislocated and then replaced the dream and I started to realise, that nothing around me was the way I had just (surprisingly lucidly) believed it to be. I had a way cooler hat in the dream than in real life.