Dream Journal

After an unhappy visit with Bethany, I go to a McDonalds in Moscow where people were winning food. A friend won three free hard drinks and gave me one of the winning coupons. It said ages 17+, so I decided “what the heck, just so I can say I’ve done it.” I ordered an O.I.L., which looked brown and carbonated. I asked what O.I.L. stood for. The kids working there said “oil of tequila(?)”, “animal(?) blood”, and “liquor.” They looked scared and grossed out, but I drank some anyway. It was really thick. Then time slowed down, and it became hard to walk. It was kind of fun. I was drunk. But it didn’t last.