This was from last night / early this morning.
Boarded a jet airplane. Putin may (recall not clear there) have been involved in the process of getting everyone on there. He may have told everyone it was time to board, for example. It seemed fairly crowded, but not all seats were full. (For example; the one to my left was empty; I was in the window-seat of a two-seat row). The flight became...quite bumpy. At one point, the plane seemed to tip into a 45 degree angle dive... this...was a bit...Alarming. I felt that gut clench of Holy Cr@p; are we really about to go down, to all die together? Some wag nearby opined that they hoped we at least wouldn't freeze / get frozen [if the plane went down] - I got the impression of an airplane stuck half in and out of some frozen ice at a cartoonish 45 degree angle].
I suddenly realized (with a touch of minor shock) that Vladamir Putin had just plunked himself down into the seat next to me, so bumpy had the flight become - one of those I have to sit down right NOW before I fall moments while he'd been moving about the cabin. Perhaps the flight wasn't in as much danger as I'd thought, or else the flight re-righted itself, for he was getting up again a few moments later to return to where he'd originally been sitting. But as he did so, I saw with minor alarm that a folded piece of paper that I guess had been next to my side and which belonged to me had inadvertantly momentarily 'stuck' to his pants (static electricity or whatever) near one pants pocket. It was something important enough (akin to a 'boarding pass', etc.) that I felt I really couldn't lose it. I had a moment or two to act, and I guess didn't want to bother him, l but also didn't want to just let him go away and then have to perhaps bother him later (he's much too busy a guy for that), so I simply reached to snatch it back as he was getting up and turning to step away from the seat, and he immediately looked down with a keen What are you doing / Don't mess with my pocket kind of glance (not angry per se but definitely utter situational awareness - I would even say, hawklike...), but presumably he realized what I'd been doing and made no further protest as he stepped out and headed back to his original seat and companions (a set of four seats, where the people could sit and face each other, allowing the people there to have effective conversations and meetings - like some train seating), a bit diagonally across the aisle.
I think we (the plane) were having 'bad moments', but perhaps the flight wasn't quite so endangered as I'd thought (here's hoping). Because right after that scary moment, a female flight attendant of an asian appearance seemed to be moving up and down the aisle, still gamely carrying out her duties...
Immediately upon waking, as I lay there, recalling the dream, the following wry thought occured: "Turbulance makes [temporary] seat-fellows of us all."