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I had this dream within the last month- forgot to write it down

I was at my old high school, but it was by the ocean. The driveway up to the school bordered the sea and was a spiral. In the center of the spiral was the main office. I was walking through the halls; I guess I had class. I had books with me. I somehow knew it was time to go- that school was out. I took flight, without any means to do so, and was flying above the office and down the spiral. I remember I wasn't entirely sure how to fly and felt unstable. I noticed at the front of the school was a very large sand sculpture in the shape of an old egyptian. Waves were thundering against the sculture and eating away at it. At the top of this sand sculture was the school- it was built on sand. I realized that as the waves beat away, the entire structure was giving way. Other people showed up and we were starting to build up the sculture again, trying to keep it stable. We were extending it so that there were more layers. The waves were getting bigger and bigger. The sculture was seated, but we changed its shape so it was laying down- so its legs would block the sea. We finally felt as if we had successfully built up the structure against the waves and rested.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Woke up with zero recall, and I was kinda disappointed. Then when I had breakfast two dreams came back to me, and one of them was very cool. Superpowers and whatnot. I almost got lucid, but didn't quite make it. I also have some memories of waking up, talking to my girlfriend. She took some notes.

21.15: Bedtime

22.19: Sleeptalking
I wake up, and I start speaking to Monica. "What are you waiting for?" Monica replies. "What?" "What are you waiting for" "What I am waiting for?" "Yeah..." "Nothing" I fall back asleep.

22.43: Sleeptalking
I wake up. "Summon something! Four meters of ceiling against the head, hurts like shit!"

05.15: Fragment
*I'm in a mall with my family. The entire first floor is filled with waist-deep water. I put on a pair of swimming goggles and dive under. The water is crystal clear and warm. The bottom is filled with small mussels and white and brown small seashells. I pick up a very cool one. I break the surface, and look around. No one is watching. I pocket the shell.

05.15: Who will become the next superhero?
I'm at the local supermarket and I'm in a big competition. A guy from work (David) shows up. I use some kind of mental power to steal his powerball. Peace of cake. I now have four. "Aww crap! I wanted Linus to have four, he's only got three" he tells me. I realise that all balls have been taken, and I can feel the energy radiating from them. I start running. Dodging food stands and jumping over small counters with food samples. I spot Linus and he smiles at me, he looks embarrassed. All red in his face. I keep on running.

Suddenly I've got rollerblades on, and my agility is incredible (for a dream). I spot a huge chocolate bar and I snatch it. Outside of the shop, I start stuffing my face with chocolate. I jam all I can into my mouth before I slam the thing on the ground. A little girl nearby gets startled, and her dad looks angrily at me. I don't care. I am going to become the champion. I walk out from the overhang, into the rain. It's pretty dark outside now, and I can see the silhouette of a huge mountain wall in the darkness. "The other guy is halfway up already" a voice tells me.

I realise I can fly up there and stretch out my arms. Nothing happens. I don't believe in it enough for it to work. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to climb then" I think and walk up to the ladder at the base of the wall, and start climbing. Almost at the top, a black guy appears and tries to shoot me with a gun. I quickly dodge and make him drop the gun. He brings out a sharp piece of flexible metal. Like a razorblade the size of a sword. I grab the blade and cut him in several places before he has a chance to react. Apparently this was all staged, and we had a deal on where I was going to cut. Unfortunately I had cut him in the wrong places. His thigh, stomach and face was bleeding from thin, long cuts. "Ouch! That was in the wrong place dude!" he whines.

05.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements before bed: 200 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it! Almost lucid. I am going to try again tonight, but I will probably only get 7 hours of sleep. The "Constant Awareness" thingy is VERY hard. I have had awareness for a few hours total today, but hopefully it helps. I'm sure it will in the long run!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I had this dream on Dec. 14

I was at an outside event. There were quite a lot of people seated on chairs in a grassy area and they were watching a man on a stage. There was a boy, my age, that was supposed to be performing, but he didn't want to and he was walking away as I was passing by. I started to talk to him.

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I was in an outside mall area. I was going into a restaurant with an ex. For some reason, I was meeting him for lunch. As we were sitting at the table, he became very rude to our waiter and I remembered why I had separated from him. I got up, told him I was leaving, and then walked outside. I realized since I'd ridden here with him, I didn't have a car. I thought of calling my fiance, but knew it would be difficult to explain why I was here. I wasn't entirely sure myself. I thought of calling my parents to come get me, but I didn't want to have to beg. I then thought maybe I could ride the bus. As I was walking around the mall area to the parking area, I saw rental cars parked and taxis. I intended to go rent a car, just for the 10 minute drive home. As I was looking at the selection, I noticed my ex was walking toward me. He didn't look happy. There were other men with him. As they walked up, he started to harass me. I tried to get away, but he grabbed me and started to beat me. I remember throwing punches back in defense, even trying to snap his neck. His friends pulled me off, started to beat me too. People that were watching, saw me getting beaten to death, came in, tried to help. I remember crawling away, tears streaming down my face with blood, my face puffy, trying to call my fiance. He answered and I asked if he could pick me up. He asked what was wrong and I told him just to get me- I blacked out then.

I came to and I was laying on the asphalt in the parking lot, my fiance having just arrived. There was a mirror or something reflective in front of me and both of my eyes were almost swollen shut, were black, my lip busted and my face distorted and bloody. I started crying and I just held my fiance. I then saw my ex and his friends. They were carrying AK-47's. I panicked as they were walking toward me. They opened fire on the crowd and my fiance took off to go fight. I crawled under a car, barely breathing, watching the men walk past me. Other people started trying to hide beside me and drew attention to us. The men with guns started shooting in our direction. My fiance leapt under the car just as a grenade was thrown our way. He threw it back out just before it blew up, taking a man's face with it. I was shuddering and as I turned to look at my fiance, I saw what looked like a laser appear on his chest. I saw blood pouring out and I began to shriek in horror. I was screaming "Please don't leave me, please don't go" as he held my hand, his eyes glassy. He collapsed beside me and I started to sob. I looked at a man next to me with a gun and somehow, he was my fiance, only he wasn't. The man that had just died wasn't my fiance, the man beside me was. It was very confusing. I clung to the other man, telling him it would be okay and he was giving me weird glances.

Last night was filled with dreams, but I had really bad recall. It's interesting how this process seems to go in cycles and phases. This is the only dream that really stood out.

Dream 1-- Ali G. Interview

Walking into my sister's room, I see her on a mattress that has a white sheet covering it and is directly on the floor. Her room doesn't seem abnormal, but the layout is totally different. The mattress is set up directly in front of a T.V. that is the same one she actually has in her room. On the mattress it looks like she is talking into the T.V., and I walk over and lay on the mattress. The next sequence of events is rather blurry in my mind and I don't know if this is the definite chronology, but.. I look up at the T.V. and see that we can see ourselves in the screen. I don't go PassObs, which is a first, but I start getting excited how we are on camera.

My mind starts to wander at this point and I think about Ali G. for some reason. In my head, I see him on a catwalk with a bowl cut and a little mustache. He is wearing an all black shiny leather jacket with a zipper down the middle and the same color pants. He is walking straight, then turns to the audience and then continues to walk. I am kind of in awe of him because he can change his style so many times but people know who he is (or at least they know his fame). He can do whatever he wants and not be considered weird.

Then, somehow the whole mattress, T.V. and sister set up have switched over to my room, but every piece of furniture in my room is gone except for the mattress and a chair. Ali G. walks through the door as we are expecting to interview him for the show. I notice that he has the same obscure hairstyle as before, and also take note of the fact that it's 10 minutes before the start of the interview. I decide that I have time to talk to him a little bit and see what he is like.

He walks over and sits down on the chair. I say Hello Ali G. and he says hi. There is some conversation I can't remember, but then I say "I think Ali G. is the funniest movie ever." He isn't even looking at me when I say this comment, but when I utter it I see his eyebrows furrow in some sort of anger or disappointment, and I get completely PassObs. I feel like I just lied for no reason because I really didn't think that Ali G was the funniest of his movies, I was just saying it for some random reason. At this, I totally freeze up and start to regret that we are about to be on camera with him.

At the start of the interview, however, my sister does this slow motion punching combo with exaggerated sounds effects where she uppercuts me twice and then hits me in the face. I take this as a sign that she doesn't want me to be in the interview anymore so I act like the fake punches has killed me by exaggerating my reaction to them. Then I just lay on the ground beside the mattress until the interview is over. I go into PassObs thinking about how I fucked up and whether I should get up and whether my sister actually punched me like she did intentionally so that I would not be a part of the interview. I can't figure out these problems.

When I get up from this, it's night time and I am standing outside her room. We are talking about going to dinner but I am acting very distant, not looking at her and saying that I think I will stay in the house.


This dream, to me, suggests a lot of things about my personality. First, I like to exaggerate the importance of other people and downplay my own self-worth. Ali G. could potentially represent any person because I believe them all to be celebrities without any imperfections and with a much cooler life than me. I try to talk to them by lying and complimenting them on things that I don't genuinely believe to be true so they will like me, but this ingenuity, as my dream points out, actually pushes people away from me. What's worse is that I can discern my own deceit and then become obsessive about it, as if it's some sort of morality play and I just committed the greatest sin of the modern era. Now that I think I'm worthless, my sister aids in that feeling by fake punching me in a way that suggests to me that she wants me not to be a part of the interview. Because of my shitty feelings, I accept my own interpretation of not being good enough, take the blows willingly and even knock myself out so that I don't have to be a part of the interview. In this scenario, even if I had messed up socially, why would I miss the opportunity to interview Ali G just because I said something wrong and my sister didn't want me to? I think this dream, like many others, are showing me how I'm potentially controlled by the desires of other people when I mentally believe I am worthless. Why would I follow my gut if it leads me down the wrong path...? At least that's the logic of this inferior me.

Many of my dreams seem to be sending much stronger messages to me now either because I'm being more receptive or because I'm reading this book on symbols in dreams and archetypes. Either way, I'm really happy that I'm getting this information, but something I need to work on is implementing the advice of my subconscious and paying attention to when these things occur in the present!

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I dreamed for a subjectively really long time last night, but my recall is a bit fragmented. I don't really remember the transitions between most of the scenes, which is reflected in the absence of flowing transitions between paragraphs in this entry.]

I'm lying in a bed that I'm sharing with a man I know. It's not sexual; he's asleep. He rolls over onto me, apparently completely unaware of my presence. I struggle to get out from underneath him, and succeed, standing up.

I'm now in a long, wide, rectangular space with white walls that serves as the entryway to our church's offices, which are within a really big building. A long, straight hallway leading to other offices on the floor forms one of the long sides of the rectangle, and the doors into our offices are on the other side. The center of the rectangle is filled with a row of wide, square, dark-colored, upholstered seats. I'm lying on one of them, with my knees bent over the front edge of it and my feet on the floor. Several people from my church walk by, coming in and out of the doors. They see me, and I say, “Hi.”

I'm in another room in the same really big building. It's being remodeled. There's a couch that's completely wrapped in newsprint, because someone is going to paint this room. I'm standing near the doorway, and I see L.M. [a teacher from my real high school, whose class I was never in] walking by out in the hall. I introduce one of the other people who's in the room with me to her: “This is L.M. She teaches biology.” L.M. is wearing a name tag that says “Sakura Lily [Something-or-other beginning with M],” in Roman characters. I think, I didn't know that was her real name.

I'm looking out the wall of the really big building that's make up of one really big window, at a sky filled with pink and orange clouds. I realize that it's already 3:00 in the afternoon, and I've already wasted most of the day. I'd better hurry up if I want to do the studying I still need to do for my final. [In the dream, I actually remembered having experienced most of an entire day in that really big building, including lunchtime.]

I'm in another living-room-like room, similar to the one that was being remodeled, except that this one isn't. At this point, it hits me: This isn't a real place. I'm dreaming. That explains why I wasn't really hungry for lunch earlier: my real body is asleep, and I had a big dinner before I went to bed. Oh! Since I'm dreaming, it's not really 3:00. The day hasn't even started yet! I still have time to study! Strangely, thinking about the fact that I'm dreaming causes me to feel woozy, dizzy, and sick, and the whole world to tilt. [Probably because I was rereading parts of the Inception shooting script again, in which telling someone that they're dreaming causes the dream to destabilize. Dang it! I know it doesn't have to be like that.] I think, No. I have to keep the dream stable. I kneel down to feel the carpet, which, this time, is a little like the carpet in my real room, except lighter (more yellow than brown) and slightly shaggier. The dizzy, tilting feeling goes away. Standing up, I put my hands under running water. At first, I can't feel it at all, but then I feel the warm water running over my hands. Then, I reach into a fish tank on a nearby table to touch the goldfish in it with my fingers. I've done this before, I think. What did it feel like? This. It does feel pretty much like I remember it feeling when I had my own goldfish tank in reality.

I return to the room that was being remodeled, to find that they're done remodeling it. The couch has been unwrapped and all the other furniture has been returned to the room. This room will be serving as the first-aid station for some kind of event; there's a handwritten paper sign on the door saying so. I feel the need to leave this room clean and neat before this dream ends (I sense that it will soon), so I pick up all the trash and used tissues that are lying all over the middle of the floor.

I'm outside, at night, looking at a couple of brightly-lit city blocks. I think, Oh, cool! Those are the blocks just to the south of home! [What home, I don't have the slightest idea.] I start flying, this time taking off with more of an effort of will and belief than by jumping (it also helps that I'm feeling happy and excited), and go straight up, so as to admire the view better. When I get up high, I start being pulled backward again [see this DJ entry and this one], but this time, it doesn't frighten me. I think, Oh, I must be going back to my real body now.

It turns out that I'm wrong. I find myself in another unfamiliar place [I don't remember where it was]. I pinch my nose and can still breathe through it, which is a pretty neat feeling. I'm still dreaming. [I remember doing this on two different occasions, but I'm not sure when the other one was.]

I'm entering my family's house [but it's none of our real houses]. P. is waiting for me inside, and expresses frustration that I've been gone so long. I'm still aware that this is a dream, but I decide to play along with the dream plot. I enter the kitchen, and my parents are there. I look at the whiteboard/calendar attached to the side of the fridge and see that something I wrote there before has been erased, and the magnets on it have been moved around. I follow my family up the stairs in the house, and we end up in a room filled with barrels of wine.

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Side notes:

This dream seemed to go on for a really long time, especially considering that I remembered being in the dream building for most of a day. I only wrote down the most memorable moments. I think this is because time dilation was the topic I was reading the most about here on DV before I went to bed last night. I am pleased with this development, and now I'm even more motivated to learn better control, so that I can really take advantage of the time and stability I now seem to have in lucid dreams.

I remember only a fragment of the dream where i was at a firing range, and we had to shoot real people. It might have been war. But after i woke up, i wanted to do a DEILD and didn't move. I was half asleep half awake and realized Im dreaming. This is a dream. It didn't become fully lucid. But Im getting closer.

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"]16.12.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Something's Off, But Whaat THE HELL!?[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"](DILD)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="Purple"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkBlue"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="Gray"][/COLOR][COLOR="Purple"]I remember I was going through a backyard [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](not mine) [/COLOR][COLOR="Purple"]when I was thinking something was off. I couldn't quite figure out what was off though. I was still pondering what I heard I loud sound, I looked over and saw a pterodactyl flying, then landing. [/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"]Nose pinch, lucid. I was taking in the surroundings, it was night, but I was able to see and there was a fence near me, wanting to see what was on the other side, I ignited it. When it finished burning it revealed...another fence. My mind numbing with that, I turned around and saw some headlights on the road, I got an idea. I went over to the road in waved a guy with an afro on a motorcycle down. He stopped for me and I asked him if I could have a ride...TO THE FUTURE! [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](kind of ironic considering he looked like he was dropped from the 80's) [/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"]He just said sure as if it was nothign, but as I got on, the dream ended. [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](shame, that could of been so cool)[/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"] [/COLOR][/INDENT]

Work Sucks
Recall: 6/10
Sleep: Poor
Sleep Position: Unknown

I show up at a quarry or something for work with Al Pacino and Leonard from The Big Bang Theory. A couple guys recognize me in the main office and greet me.

As we head out to where we're supposed to be working, we see a group of workers standing around a pool of silver chemicals. Some poor guy surfaces from the chemicals attached to a dunking machine. He gasps desperately for air before being dunked again. We run down and try to put a stop to this.

Some woman steps forward, and seems to be the fanatical leader. Leonard confronts her, and as they face off, he begins to transform. I'm expecting him to turn into a large dog, but instead he turns in to a furry white monster with wings and a single horn sprouting out of his forehead. The scene pans over and the woman has turned into a large gray dog. The only problem is that Leonard's monster looks cute, while the giant dog he's facing looks mean.

We wander off, sit on a couch, and chat as we watch television. Our conversation is interrupted by the phone. I answer it and hear a recording that says "You morons are fired." Then a supervisor gets on the phone and I assure him we're off to work.

I pull out some work gloves for the guys, but the ones I give to Pacino are too small. So are mine. Pacino somehow breaks his thumbnail, and it's bleeding profusely. I tell him I'll bandage it, but he's being a baby. Once I ties a folded cloth around the wound, he says it feels as good as new. I inspect my handiwork, and there is another bloody gash above the fingernail. But now he can't work.

We all go to a restaurant and sit down for breakfast. There is a woman doctor sitting across from us, and she's jealous about Pacino talking about what a good job I did on his wound. Pacino somehow ends up with the doctor.

Last night I had some weird dreams, WARNING: the graphic nature of these dreams may be inappropriate to some of our younger DVers, reader discretion is advised. Lol

New Color Code:
1st Non-Lucid Dream: [COLOR="red"]Red[/COLOR]
2nd Non-Lucid: [COLOR="seagreen"]Green[/COLOR]
3rd Non-Lucid: [COLOR="darkorange"]Orange[/COLOR]

1st Lucid Dream: [COLOR="blue"]Blue[/COLOR]
2nd Lucid Dream: [COLOR="darkorchid"]Purple[/COLOR]
3rd Lucid Dream: [COLOR="yellow"]Yellow
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If I ever post more than 3 Non-Lucids or Lucids the system will repeat with the 4th having the same color code as though it were the 1st.

[COLOR="red"]So my dream as far as I can remember back involved a couple of people smoking crack cocaine. The smell was so bad that they were worried we'd get arrested. So was I, so somehow I rewound time, stopped them from smoking and closed the hotel room door, because for some reason it was open. Haha, after that I can't remember much up until I was outside the room of the hotel on the second floor talking to some black girl and we were flirting, this dream somehow took place in 2005 where I was still my current age. So I said she had lots of "swagger" haha, and she was confused. I told her I was from the future and that is present day slang. She was still confused, but all of a sudden we start making out and then some random redhead tries seducing me but I say no. So I go back to making out with the black girl when the redhead begins fucking me. After we got done fucking outside the hotel room we go back inside and I think we start drinking. For some reason I remember something about old people and then I'm in a movie theater as an old dude and then I return back to the hotel room in an instant as myself again, and I make a joke about O'douls. After that I remember like the redheads mom coming home because she lives here? I was confused but anyways we then go to an ice skating rink and I'm hanging out with two girls. I try hitting on one but it doesn't work. She's interested in my friend only I felt up her boobs. It was weird so I flirt with the other one and she doesn't respond because I just flirted with her friend. End dream.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="seagreen"]My second dream was an attempt at a WILD. It was not successful but I nearly had a DILD, I realized I was lucid in my dream because I felt really lucid, and I was at school, only I couldn't stabilize it and none of my RC's worked as everything was normal so I just wen along with it like it was real-life :( I don't remember what happened, I can just remember being at some school, and the walls were yellow, and I tried RCing on some dude by flinging my arms at him and hoping something would happen. I think I need a better RC lol.[/COLOR]

I am so happy i had my first ever lucid dream. This is how it started

I was in class at school and I feel asleep, but then my mind said aren't already sleeping then i wake up in that dream inside my dream. The first thing i do is jump out the window and fly then i land to talk to man, then i noticed he is smoking weed, and then i ask for some, and i took a hit. Then i went to a toy r us store. THEN I FREAKING WOKE UP BY MY GRANDMA ((((

I was making a long-distance call from Sydney, Australia all the way to Canada, from my mobile.

Even though it was going to be ridiculously expensive, it didn't matter because I was enjoying talking to limitless :3

I was in my school hall, and there was some sort of tall mountain, like those ones in zoos for the goats to walk on.
The mountain wasn't the focus of the dream though.

I could remember feeling intimidated by everyone in the hall so I went and hid up high near the ceiling where it was all dark.

Last night I had about three dreams. Here's the first:

I was in Sirius Black's house (from Harry Potter) and noticed that I was Ginny Weasley. Then Harry Potter walked up to me and started making out with me! It was kind of like when Cho and Harry kissed in The Order of the Pheonix but more intense. Gosh it was awesome. (LOL) Then Harry smiled and disapparated from the room. Then I woke up...

Here's the second one:

I was at my house and my uncle, who is learning to play bass guitar, drove up to the house. He ran up to me all freaked out and said, "Jessie, I got the bass amp I wanted!" (he had been talking about this to me on the phone before I went to bed) Then he popped open the trunk and there was a pocked sized bass amp. There was also a new 5-string bass that he'd wanted and a few recording things. I ran to get my guitar and when I came back, my uncle had another little amp. This one was for guitars and he gave it to me. Then we played a song together and I woke up

The last dream I had:

I was on a little flying motercycle thing and I was with some guy who had dark brown hair and seemed to be about fourty years old. We landed at some sort of house that had about twenty people in it. I looked around and was like "Am I dreaming?" so I pinched my nose and I could breathe. But some old lady walked up to me and said, "You're not dreaming. Everyone can do that." so I groaned in annoyance and said "I guess I'm not dreaming then." (I could have kicked myself so hard...) Then I got back on the little motorcycle thing and the guy I was with previously got back on too. We flew away from there, first on a highway, my feet stuck out in front and I could feel the wind rushing past. Then we were just inches above a beautiful ocean. The ocean spray was all over my feet and somewhat on my face. Then we were in the air. I remember seeing large circles where many people were laughing and having a good time. I think that they were in parks. We flew for what seemed like hours and then the dream world went dark and I woke up.

So yeah, my dreams are getting much more clear!

The first thing I remember is being at a baseball game. The seats are all orange, and the stadium is rather large. This guy keeps pulling on my arm. When I look down, I notice that he has huge red scars all over his arm. I touch him in the sternum, and he falls down all of the steps and is thrown into the bottom level seats.

DreamChange

I am in a basement with a few friends(I don't know them in real life. I don't think some were human.) I, along with a few others, are in desks. The rest are in couches. A strange man walks into the room. He has blond shoulder length hair, and a grey overcoat and top hat on, and a dark blue undercoat. He informs me that I have a portal to hell in my basement. Some of my friends start laughing. The man says something about an appendix. The only one there who I know, N, says something else about flies. I look at him and notice a poster behind his head. It is a tongue with a bunch of flies on it.

SceneChange

In a medieval chapel. Two people are there, a teenager with brown hair, and the previously mentioned blond haired man. (They are dressed like the characters of the old Romeo and Juliet movie.) They are walking rather rapidly toward the exit. The boy tells the blond haired man "you will cease to exist in fifty and nine days."

Wake

Notes: I am getting back into trying to LD. I had a journal going for a few months, but school took over. I have a three week break so I thought I would start back up

I remember talking to someone, but I'm not sure who. I know I had a pistol - but here's the thing - I had one bullet, and inside it was gold dust.
Somehow I ended up in a bar, with my father as the bartender. I told him about the bullet, saying it was worth $24,000 dollars!
He offered me a drink.
"Yeah I'll have, like... uh, a gin and tonic or something like that, I don't know" I replied. It's worth noting I'm under the legal drinking age in my country.
So he poured me one. I drank it, and it tasted quite delicious! I relaxed a little. It was like a slightly bitter Sprite.
From there on the focus was on the gun, and I knew I needed it for some reason, but I didn't want to fire the golden bullet, as it was worth so much.

I walked around some quaint little town for a while, and other stuff happened which I don't remember.

In the end, we met up with my mother - she was furious at my Dad for giving me a gin and tonic.
I was writing that I'd had a gin and tonic in my diary, but I decided to rub it out.