Vodka with Baklava in a Secret Meeting

I dreamed that I was attending a secret joint meeting behind closed doors with Mr. Putin, Mr. Erdogan, and Mr. Rouhani discussing Syria. There were only the four of us, and by God's permission, we all spoke a common language, so there was no need for a translator. At first, I felt a bit awkward because I was the only one in the group who wasn't a president. Putin seemed to understand what I was thinking and said, 'Don't worry! You see, we never dreamed in our sleep that one day we would become presidents.' Erdogan laughed and said, 'I never dreamed in my sleep that I would change my country's constitution in such a way that I would become president, leader, and everything.' Rouhani choked up. Putin patted his shoulders and said, 'Don't be sad; one day you will also become a leader. If the wheel of fortune does not turn in our favor for two days, the state of affairs is not always the same, so don't be sad!' I was amazed that Putin knew and recited Hafiz when Rouhani said, 'That magic wand has been entrusted to me; it is I who must know how to use it. Leo Tolstoy - Diaries, 1900.' Erdogan felt he was lacking in delivering wise sayings. Apparently, he had nothing up his sleeve, so he started singing Ibrahim Tatlıses to keep up. After much effort, we convinced him that he hadn't fallen short. He resisted, but then Putin whispered something in his ear, and Erdogan turned red and gave up singing. In the meantime, Rouhani had stepped out of the room and returned with a tray of tea while tying his robe around his waist, saying, 'I see you presidents have had a good private chat.' This revived the memory of the late Hamideh Khairabadi (Naderah) in my dream. Rouhani placed the tray on the table and said in a special manner, 'Now, tell me what souvenirs you brought for us?' Erdogan said, 'I brought baklava, what baklava!' and placed a package of baklava on the table. I said, 'Then I'll take a baklava.' I reached out to grab a piece when Rouhani slapped my hand and frowned at me. Putin said, 'Don't hit the kid; he'll become repressed in public.' Then he reached under the table and brought up a bottle of Russian vodka. He said, 'This is a souvenir from Russia.' Rouhani hit himself on the head so hard that his turban fell off. Erdogan started coughing and said 'Allahu Akbar.' I said, 'Okay, I won't drink; you guys be comfortable.' Putin said, 'Open it quickly; I have a meeting with this Iranian leader, and I don't want my mouth to smell like alcohol there.' Erdogan said again, 'Allahu Akbar! I only drink doogh.' I said, 'Excuse me, gentlemen, what do you want to do about Syria?' All three fell silent and then suddenly burst into laughter. I don't know how it happened, but a moment later, I noticed the vodka bottle: without me realizing, it had been opened by God's permission, and half of it was already empty. The three presidents were now drunk. Putin said, 'I have never had vodka with baklava in any private meeting before.' And they all burst into laughter. Erdogan's cheeks were flushed. A moment later, I saw Rouhani had set aside his robe and was dancing in his underpants while singing, 'Make my teeth, make my teeth!' Putin was dancing Baba Karam, and Erdogan was in a corner of the gathering humming 'Kis Kis' by Tarkan in the Bayat Turk mode. A few minutes later, Rouhani, swaying, shouted, 'Guys, that's enough. I think we should go deal with Syria.' Putin said, 'Yeah, enough. Let's go!' Erdogan said, 'I'm in too. Let's go!' They all stood in a line, and suddenly Rouhani raised his hands and shouted, 'Syria, Syria, we are coming!' Rouhani started beating his chest, and Erdogan and Putin repeated after him: 'Syria, Syria, we are coming,' and all three marched, beating their heads and chests towards a door that led to the restroom, and I woke up with the smell of vodka filling my nostrils.