I had a dream where I was on a hill behind the barn, and there was a building there. I had been speculating if there had been some building there in the 1800s and before when checking old maps. In this scene the building seemed modern, but had some older details. I saw Putin working on a window frame trying to learn something about 1700s plastering. There were other people around. I had a conversation with him where he said something that felt like it was meant as a joke:
"I heard that in the stone age, westerners had swords made from stone"

I didn't understand this in the dream, when trying to understand it now, it seems to mean that in the stone age people would make spears, arrows and knives with tips and edges made from flintstone, and that works because it's just an edge for cutting or piercing flesh, supported by a wooden pole. It's used for hunting.

Swords can't be made from stone, blades of that length would break if you attack someone with it. You don't use swords for hunting, those are for attacking humans. So anyone wanting to be aggressive in the stone age wouldn't be able to use technology specifically intended for attacking humans, all they had were tools created for survival. Meaning, aggressive behaviour would not work out as a business in itself. Wars would have to be carried out using tools for hunting rather than weapons of aggression.

This was followed by taking a walk on the meadow outside where I met some people, among them a young Russian woman who giggled and said "Putin Putin Putin" while almost bending over as if this was a joke. She then stayed around and I talked with her. Then in the middle of the conversation, out of nowhere she suddenly sat down to pee on the grass, which means she wasn't wearing underwear under the dress either. This however was so seamless and natural that it didn't mean anything.

Some while later a limousine drove by in the direction of the building and Donald Trump waved at us from the window.

When I woke up I looked out the window and saw the sun's reflection in the car port and that was it. A lot of notions that would have been connected with the scene were simply not there, it was like a painting. Normally the view would contain an awareness of the feeling of going places and what that entails, including negative notions. Today none of that was present.