This is a pretty short one, but it had a big impact on me. Something may have happened in the dream before this (oftentimes I don’t recall the beginnings), but I just remember standing outside in a heavy mist. It was dead silent and the mist was slowly swirling about me, and it was strangely peaceful. I looked up and saw the silent shadow of a MiG jet fly overhead. I knew it was a MiG because of the twin vertical stabilizers near the tail. The shadow flickered across the fog for a few seconds and was gone. Then I looked back down, and from the mist in front of me emerged a beautiful woman with long flowing black hair billowing out around her. I don’t know who she was, but because of the MiG I assume she was a Russian spy. Then I woke up.