LucidDreamer09

I was at my friend Richard's house, however I was here for my other friends Katherine and Sarah's party. I had been drinking a lot - I brought a large bottle of vodka which remained lieing on the carpet, empty. It was about 3am and the party was still going on. Obviously, it was pitch black outside. The people I were with were my usual friend group: Katherine, Sarah, Tom.R, Will.N, Hannah.L, Chloe. R, Charlotte. C, Charlie. G Ashley.H, Josie. B and some others. Many people were wanting to do weed and get high. Charlie started encouraging people. I had a chat with Katherine, who had her hair down instead of tied up. She told me that she kept telling herself not to have weed again after 2 years ago, but she gave in and was going to try it. They were all smoking it outside. I went outside with them to remain as one of the 'partiers', however I refused to try the drug. Whilst I was outside, I began to get very paranoid of the Police. Most people had left outside, and I was stood outside with one other person. The police kept driving down the road, and I was convinced one of them would stop and investigate us. However, none did. Eventually, I went back indoors, and I remembered that I was still drunk and I just chilled out again. I walked into the living room, making a strange screamy whiney sound, making Will, Tom and some others laugh. I then stood around a chair and asked people what I should be doing. Some suggested I should start playing the guitar, as last time when doing that I sang a lot. I ended up doing this, picking up and jamming. However, instead of singing and playing, I simply picking it up and started to play Drop D tuned bottleneck blues. No one payed much attention. Katherine soon showed me an iPod Touch, or something similar to that, and navigated to a webste where you could buy sweets there and then, much like the Drug Shop on my past dream journal. She had ordered a LOT of drumsticks (the lolly pops), and asked if I wanted to order one for myself. I did, despite having the knowledge that I bought her drumsticks for her birthday.

Suddenly, in the same dream, I was outside my friend Chris. W's driveway, and I was Napoleon Dynamite. I was stood next to either Uncle Rico or Kip, but I can't remember who. We were doing some form of freelance job, like they searched for on the movie. This suddenly cut out, and I was myself again, walking down my road with a friend, who I cannot remember. I think it might have been Richard. It was pitch black still, and reasonably cold. The road were lit up by regular orange street lamps. We continued to walk until, when walking past the old sweet shop and approaching Latham. C's road, we saw a strange figure about 2 minutes walk away. We were nervous to approach him, but at the same time were mocking him quietly, pretending we weren't scared. When we finally approached him, we jumped on him, and suddenly realized it was our friend Jamie. Br. We told him how scared we had been, and he told us that there was no need to be scared, and he wasn't a paedophile. He continued to walk further on, and so did we.